"Untitled"
work in progress
Muddy mess
Cluttering the cleanliness of the temple
Disallowing the plagued,
Opening your arms to the prestige

Turning the temple into a far away place
The local street corners because a sanctuary
The crimanals preaching the gospel
While he or she, whatever diety laughs

Praying for a solution, reconsilation dawns
Fuck this, moving on
My body, now my temple