Though the temple lies in me, 
I walk toward the building 
Searching for the lost. 
The fire that was you in me
        
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        Neither a dreamer, 
Nor a fool of hope.
The strongest survive
the hazards of a desert
        
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                    Church Heathen
                    
                    Though the temple lies in me, 
I walk toward the building 
Searching for the lost. 
The fire that was you in me 
The innocence that was your grace 
The glory that was me in your image 
The thrill that was your presence 
Love is patient, 
I waited on nothing. 
You left me 
Because i left long ago 
An abyss of tribulations 
The price of iniquity too hefty 
His mercy abundant
Punishment lenient 
I should have stayed 
Spilt water 
I exist amidst the living 
Seated behind the back 
With a yoke of guilt 
I await remission