In The Back Of The Temple

Biblically, you ought not spill your seeds on infertile soil-
You’ve come to know me as your lush,
Dirty grounds, an ethical gray area.
Taking matters into our own hands,
You spill in my open palms,
On fertile hills and a bitten smile.
I will kneel before you in prayer
That we’ve met God’s demands.

“Abba” means “daddy”
I haven’t screamed either for you.

In the back of the temple,
Is a bath for the unclean.
Bathe in water,
Before devouring a sacrificial lamb.
It’s blood touches your lips,
And you will finally know what I taste like.

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