My temple is crumbling
It is in a state of constant collapse
And I can’t keep up
My churches stained glass has shattered
And now all I hear is the choir of the wind
My mosques’ tile dome has crumbled,
And now all I see is the sky dome of stars above me
My holy books are scattered about the ground
And now all I can read are their unordered page numbers
So let them burn until the only scripture to be read is a fable of ash
And then let it’s sermon crumble the building until there is only the ground
And let the ground cave in until I am in a state of perpetual freefall
For now the only thing left to destroy is myself
And what else is my religion but this?