I have everything I need to love you
but I love myself
the sin that so easily besets
Temple prostitute in bangels, rise up.
You are the prize that's set before me
and I'm racing to win the temple not built by human hands
Beauty for ashes; rise up.
I'm rising to your love
and the promise of a far off country
of peace and surprises
Glory in your hand; rise up.
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