<> It’s Rising From the Ground, a Concrete castle, Weighs so much it Makes a sound by just <> Sitting there, Has no eyes but Knows you’re staring, Pillars glaring up and down Godless temple, frying in the sun (you cross the congregation and you’re done) <> Painfulness is salvation, calling us In unison, Come back here! Everyone, every day! Let pain become Identity! They don’t believe in hell <> r’else they’d damn you Where the pillars Staring down, Shall trap You Now. <> It’s not a good place to be.
