Temple of the Sun

One entrance and exit
 Steps torn from moles of the finest elements
 Will is the sacrament
 If blood must be shed
 it will only be my own
 Self-sacrificed in the Temple of Sol
 Ascend through the pyramid
 Amidst the censor spitting incense
 Swirling up through the systems
 A mist of acension
 Quietly leaving the thoughts and bother of man
 Return to the angel of beauty again
 that I might rest my head on her breast
 and repent…
tell truth of my will
 and accept the judgement.