"Shh! " he tried to hush me while I struggled to free myself from his grip.
Biting his fingers which covered my screaming mouth.
Weeping, I pleaded him to stop.
"Please don't!" I cried.
Failed wiggles, loud cries of angst.
"Just a little more" he whispered in my ear.
A hatred towards whispers was born, as I cursed my fate.

My temple felt the inescapable touch of the unholy,
the bells rung in loud cries
it's walls were down,
it's over, the temple lost its holiness,which it treasured the most.

What if...
I told you the unholy was the sinner behind the construction of the temple.
What if...
I told you it was my Father.