The Priest has Fled

My temple is a tomb

Its altar cracked

Like the holy place in me

Its sanctuary strewn

With idols long-dead

Their ghosts whisper

They rustle in the dry halls

Crying out for worship

But the priest had fled

His acolytes dead

And the candles remain unlit

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