My body is a temple..
desecrated to Death.
By the very hands
which built it..
way back when.

We’ll renovate it
when Moshe returns..
or so we say.
But by the time
we gather will
to do so..
but a weeping wall
is all of it
that shall remain.

Truth is..
Messiah isn’t coming.
He’s already hiding
somewhere
in the temple.
And so, the only time
to renovate it
must be either now..
or never.