I am a zen temple
serene and spiritual
open myself for fervent worshipers
who would think
you brought a pry bar
to remove nails
which you thought are
bonding me in concrete
I trusted you to make me whole
but not to break me
who would know
you two used chisels
to carve my perfect form
into damaged sculpture
I am your flesh and blood
I have mistaken your love
to be unconditional
who would foresee
a zen temple
demolished by trusted followers
in the name of
self righteousness
powerful. they may try to destroy serenity, but as long as one brick remains it will be reattained. a tornado may hit a church but that does not erase the power of the place.
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