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Love is a temple, we are all worshipers. |
| Here I am Lying with you, Prostrate on a gilded altar In a sanctuary of silence. Two prophets, And we're getting drunk Off of sacramental wine When I have an awakening, A nirvana, An epiphany. And our lips meet and spill with prayer, Arcane chants carried on our mingled breaths. And our hearts beat together… Holy, Holy, Holy… And I fall into your arms. We bless the wind, The trees, The earth, And the emotions, the creations Rushing between us. And I wonder if this is what God is As the sun dawns on Heaven. |