Paradox
The temple host a hostile breed.
And do you
Great High Priest
Put God to death
With murder by your tongue
And do you
So exalted above your brother
Find a more royal sin for self
That vanishes without prayer
And praying
If you so dare to pray still,
How shall a killed God answer you?
Shall not the reply tell you
You failed?
Shall I hear you, what you reply?
The coming Christ comes and recede.
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