A TEMPLE

The seed is sown

The egg is fertilized

And the living temple is built upon

In an environment that is sterilized.

The temple is then born

After nine months of agony and pain

The worship has thus begun

With joy accompanied by a lot of stain.

The temple in its nascent stage

Is pure with thoughts so clean

But gradually it begins to pay sins wage

As it grows into a being so unclean

The temple built by the creator

Now worships the female image

With lust like that of a predator

But then this is just a passing stage.

The temple then worships the family

And seeks income to maintain the same.

The search for money becomes its homily

As it creates other temples of repute and fame.

The temple has fulfilled all its duties

It has gone beyond the material

It has realized the need of its deities

Its life it has now realized is ephemeral.

Prayer and chanting echo constantly

As the temple ages visibly

The temple is now failing

It is more a monumental edifice

The air is now rent with wailing

For it has paid the supreme sacrifice.

For those of you who have still not understood

This madman’s verse and rhyme

Our body is the God head

For the temple it does mime

And God dwells within us

Just as much as in you he does

Therefore praise God almighty

within your body for all eternity.