perilousangel:

They told us we were marble halls.
Devoted forever to their god.

They told us we were cold and hard.
Swept clean and sterile, ice white forever.

Let us pray.

They told us not to stain the walls.

They told us not to create nor mar-
What is, and always has been OURS!

They told us we were holy.

All rise!

They wanted us to be pure-
Fall in line, don’t argue, don’t speak.
Don’t question… No questions.
No comment.

They told us to be innocent, naive.

They told us every moment what to believe-
And when it all came crashing down,
The walls falling, all around-

Where was their god then?

Our Father, Who Art In Heaven-
We worship like dogs at the sound of your lies-

The altar is broken in pieces on the stones.
The stained-glass window shattered in its frame.
Look at me, your bloodstained child, and

TELL ME I AM HOLY NOW!!!!

drip

drip

drip

Look at me.

This is my body- Broken by you.
This is my blood- Spilled out in this feud.
This is my face- looking up in holy rage.

There is no forgiveness here.
There is no blessed and holy peace.
There is no help, no succor, no gentle lamb led by your hand-

TELL ME I AM HOLY NOW!!!!

In the Name of the Father, The Son-

They told us we were marble halls…
My body may be a temple
To an absent and forgotten god-

I am spoken of in whispers,
By ancient scholars
Who never knew my name.

This broken altar is mine.
No more naivete here.
No false faith and lies upon my tongue.

No more whispered prayers to a fallen idol.

And the Holy Spirit-

They told us we were marble halls.
Devoted forever to their god-
That baptism font now runs with blood,
This church is of my own making.

Your body is your own temple,
Do with it as you will….
And I will bless you, my child.

You are the most holy thing there is

AMEN.