The cold metal presses
Upon the temple
The body and self meant to be
A shrine to worship
The disciple yet traveled
But astrally protected
Following new gods
As the gods seek new patrons
Free your piety
Discard the robes and run
For until that day
The cold metal presses
Upon the temple
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:16 PM UTC
The cold metal presses
Upon the temple
The body and self meant to be
A shrine to worship
The disciple yet traveled
But astrally protected
Following new gods
As the gods seek new patrons
Free your piety
Discard the robes and run
For until that day
The cold metal presses
Upon the temple