Divine Punishment of the Second Circle (The Church and Him)

They say your body is a temple,

I can't help but to agree,

my place of worship may have broken windows and have been abandoned by most but my god still needs me.

I am the only devote follower left,

I pray on my hands and knees,

When I start mumbling broken prayers to someone not there I can't help but to feel free.

I only pray at night,

with you nestled quietly next to me,

I know you don't understand the cursed words I am constantly muttering but you are yet to leave.

I keep my church in the best condition I can,

the congregation disagrees,

my practices and my entire way of life has been deemed unclean.

They forget their own sacred rules,

to be kind and move with strict intention,

The violence they so clearly display was never something I heard them mention.

Let's take down the cobwebs,

let's keep this place clean,

we can hide away from the world laughing at all they find obscene.

I'm glad you are adventurous,

not turning away at the wood rot,

the bold letters above the entrance that say "Child, fear not".

I know the god they speak of is strict,

but the holy can close their eyes,

when we finally part and decide to say our goodbyes.

When I say "I love you" to someone they see as my friend,

I promise the angels can't hear us,

the church is empty and there is no one left to condemn.