A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Haunted Temple
The eye is upon you
While you go about your daily trade
A pox, a curse, eye of newt and skin of toad
And medication refills
While he is, transfixed and transfigured into every sound that haunts
Days of secret whispers in the pews of a church
The shadow of divine love
Cloned and resurrected into the shame that demands His death
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