bleed into me
and tell me why
our bodies are temples
when God desecrates them,
when divinity
and everlasting love
is prepared for genocide.
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What a most interesting poem that speaks to the purpose of life. Existential in nature this question ponders what is of value if all turns to ash in the end. Poetically stated it brings the image of a temple (and they too eventually crumble) and love (that has changed lately to be more temporary). It is deeper than surface appearance and may well have to do with societal changes and definitions. It is in the depth of this poem that I give a fave
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Hayleigh, this is raw and unflinching. It doesnโt soften the questionโฆ it confronts it. The tension between temple and desecration lands hard. Youโre not so much whispering doubt here, as youโre demanding reckoning. Powerful and unsettling. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
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