You've been walking for days, haven't you? The dust burns like fire on your dry feet You throat's as parched as the desert you trod Is your skin so cracked it bleeds? Your eyes feel like they're boiling In the sweat that fills them As you gaze to the sun to see the time Four hours to dusk The body cannot take the heat Look to the west, weary one Do you see it? Yes, it's the temple of ME Approach ME, do not fear I know how your heart flutters In your breast...like a wounded bird Ah, you breathe, entering the termple of ME Traveler, I can offer you pleasures unimaginable Drink from ME--sweet fountains of nectar and milk Sleep in ME---on a silken cushion of golden strands Eat from ME---tender meats and fruits ripening in my richness My bones will be your shelter My blood will wash you Call my name in the temple of ME Sing your praises to ME And perhaps I will step from my hiding place And drape you in my arms Oh, call my name, Traveler I want to give you the pleasure Of loving In the temple of ME. (c) AM Fleury
Reason for writing:
Weird, isn't it? It's old too. It was somewhat inspired by the line "Welcome to the church of me", in Paula Cole's song "Road to Dead". I wrote it in school. Cool, eh?
Birth sign: Libra
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