My Temple
"My body is my temple"
If we're going to use that metaphor
It is a temple in ruins
A temple weathered by wind and rain
It is a temple with no soul
A temple with no hope
It is a temple to a god who gave up on it long ago
It is a temple defiled, raped, and pillaged
A temple without a cause
It is a temple to nothing I suppose
My body is my temple
But my temple is rotten
My temple has nothing to offer
To a world wanting everything
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