Tainted Temple
Temples for the living light
Molded sanctuaries pure
Sunday, stand in garments white
Monday forth, by sin, allured.
Some inject their scarlet blood
With fast-enslaving poison, dark
Some inhale instead of air
Smoky devils - hellish marks
Upon your lungs and nostrils clear
Now with evil sap, adhered.
Temples for the living light
Molded sanctuaries pure
Sunday stand the most upright,
Monday forth, by sin, impure.
Some consume a "harmless" glass
Of liquid demons! Drink your fill,
Once inside the temple, shall it
Make your mind a hostage, stilled.
Thoughts of logic fail to form,
Your stainless mind, now stands deformed.
Temples for the living light
Molded sanctuaries pure
Sunday stand thus shining bright
Monday take the wrong detour.
Some indulge in evil lust
Blinded by a pleasured touch
Once a body innocent,
Now ensnared in wicked clutch.
Spiraling in deeper wrong
The temple now a grieving song.
Temples for the living light
Molded sanctuaries pure
Sunday stand divine to sight,
Monday forth, in sin, secured.
Built were we as temples pure
Yet with wicked feet we race
Far from where our feet were placed
Guilty pleasure, to embrace.
Every stain upon our garment
Stains the cheeks of heaven's Lamb
With bloody tears of agony
To see our doomed eternity.
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2015
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