False Gods and Pillows Sleeping
Titanium white floats on the snow OWLS path
Large black eyes focused front and down to hunt
Rodents worship birds of prey but fear being eaten
There is more to life than living in the trees
Over the river and to the left a cathedral ends
Inside there once dwelt a tabernacle bright
Now once upon a time and than again a temple comes
There are no gods inside do to structural concerns
Some buildings take on the powers of creation
Becoming more than the sum of their holy parts
Pray to your building blocks, to your creation
Sleep with your pillows where your heads lie down
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