A shudder in my chest,
Violence in my hands,
Clouds past my eyes,
A pain in my brain.

A Temple ruined,
Once for sacred worship,
Now only for memberance,
And maybe a lost follower.

"God, I know what you did."
Kneeling, he keeps praying,
"I know you're not perfect,
But you're perfect for me."

Hopeless turned hopeful,
A light turned black, then back,
A God losing faith.
A worshiper who didn't.