Temple Poem by Joel Smith

I arrived down at the scepter
where the tombs were on display
glass cases cant be broken

I entered through the arches
the smoke began to fade
my vision was unbroken

I found the right path
where the light was all in place
but there was nothing to be seen

I went deeper and deeper
hoping for a beautiful scene
where the ashes were still smokin'

I fell down and then looked up
asking the shadows what it means
but my mind was not open

I continued for all time
like a puppet on a string
with sharp edges they are pokin'

Bleeding on the cobblestone
like a martyr on a stake
i am only whats been spoken

Blame is on me
for all that has been seen
but my will is not broken