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Temple
A temple,
Thats what it is called,
He resides within it,
He calls out, feeling appalled.
Destruction,
I brought this demolition,
A wrecking ball,
Going down, an unforeseen premonition.
I am so sorry,
Destroying his home,
Brick by brick,
But I will still write this poem.
"I have learnt from my mistakes,"
An unbelievable understatement,
But this feeling,
It has yet to dissipate.
My God, I bow before you,
I seek your forgiveness,
Tears streaming down,
At an unforgivable rate.
I am sorry.
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