The Temple

My fortress imprisons me with my revulsions,

As I take into my thoughts the horrors of existence.

My castle stands as my testimony

To that which exhibits my resistance.

 

Without an establishment of Faith we just wander

Into the wilderness of all that is strewn,

That shows the remains of desolation and contempt

That humanity has inflicted upon his own.

 

Man in his glory is a servant of salvation,

That rebukes the regime of the unrighteous,

And holds in his soul that held most Holy

To guide him through the tempestuous.

 

A pillar of honour strong with his making,

Encouraging all to follow with example,

Whether as one or as a multitude firm with conviction,

For the mind be the altar and the body the Temple.

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