Being A God

my body is my own temple
I'm my own God
my own priest
I don't offer myself to the stones
neither I make a fleet to the shapeless

my body is my own temple
I blow my own ring bells
my organs are my four pillars

my body is only my true devotion
wrapped with all worldly dust and clay
whatever befalls me
I witness and alone I suffer
I'm no Lucifer
Hence no rebel against my god

In the temple of my body
I don't forgive anyone
neither I curse
no poisonous apple
no stolen flame
and I don't burn anyone
neither I make them alive

my body is my own temple
my desires are my prayers
my tears are my sacrifices
my dreams are my solemn oaths
my destiny is my holy book

and thus I enjoy
my status of
being a God.....!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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