They came with plastic cups To drink from my holy well— No offering, no silence kept, Just noise where awe should dwell. My body is my temple To touch me is divine- If they can’t kneel in reverence Then I’ll never call them “mine” My love is a cathedral That was raised in darkened storm I was sovereign before they saw Me. I’ll be sovereign when they’re gone. Brick by brick I’ve built it Through the raging wind and scorn. Only Gods may enter— And even they must be reborn. They wanted warmth without the fire, A crown without the weight. They touched the edge of majesty, Then recoiled from their fate. I gave them truth like open flame, They called it too intense. But only liars fear the sacred— Only cowards scale the fence. Let them knock and find no answer, Let them weep outside the gate. This love does not beg for visitors— It summons those shaped by fate. I am not a lesson to be tested, Not a path that can be torn— I am the Goddess at the Altar that summons forth the storm. My love is a cathedral That was raised in darkened storm I was sovereign before they saw Me. I’ll be sovereign when they’re gone. Brick by brick I’ve built it Through the raging wind and scorn. Only Gods may enter— And even they must be reborn. My love is a cathedral That was raised in darkened storm I was sovereign before they saw Me. I’ll be sovereign when they’re gone. Brick by brick I’ve built it Through the raging wind and scorn. Only Gods may enter— And even they must be reborn. I am not a lesson to be tested, Not a path that can be torn— I am the Goddess at the Altar that summons forth the storm.
