a temple's desecration is a reciprocal act if you accept its influence
desecrate the temple of the one you so obsess for
and find your own soul desecrated just the same
shredded by your own blade, soiled by your own touch
this is your fault, you know that?
you need not step into your enemy's place of strongest powers to strike it down
and yet you do
set foot in the temple of echoes
the mask mounted upon the wall
and feel the screams of your own viscera cry in your ear for all time
you cannot bulldoze a temple made of sound
you cannot destroy a place that was never Real
you cannot kill 🎤 in a way that matters
you're out of your depth
flailing against information and connection incarnate
your resultant burns are your own doing