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?