Idol's Temple

The temple long forsaken

its sancticty has become vacant,

It's halls are filled with faithful monks,

Countless candles, and each lit for a prayer,

that will fall to earth

and become dust on the humble oak pews.

Incense burning for ghosts of faith,

no soul comes to kneel before this idol in his tortured state

So he bleeds for no one,

but bleed he does in a cold empty chapel

A temple long forsaken.

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