My temple is not thy temple.
It is not adorned by idols of stone.
The walls are not infused with thy God’s power.
It does not look beautiful, but to my mind.
My temple is not thy temple.
It does not concede to thy legacy.
The bells are not warding off evil spirits.
It does not sound beautiful, but to my mind.
My temple is not thy temple.
It does not pamper thy blind faith.
The books do not talk of men immortalized.
It does not read beautiful, but to my mind.
My temple is not thy temple,
For my God is not thy God.
My God is my Lust for Knowledge.
It is beautiful.
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