"Realm of the Senses," (Deconstruction of Religious Id).

Alone in, "The Garden," we walk

No imploring through Angelic
supplication can bring us into the
realms from where we once were
known

Now, this place that we call home
and that should be delightful bliss,
has become, purgatory and within
its high walls, we speak incantations
to reconcile us from our compulsive,
Internal whims

But just as it is written, "Let Us Make
Man into Our Image," Deity is...

Polytheistic

The destiny of our evolution was
forewritten  and is being incarnated
in this canvas of skin; not with ink but
through spiritual maturation that is
progressive and quickening

The Polytheistic Pantheon that
beckons us within cannot be contained
in books and religions and ideologies
of vapid men

Control your divinity within is what they
wish, to meet there simplistic ends and
hold you down in the lower spheres

Not Purgatory, where it's being decided
where we'll eternally be but a place of
becoming and transcending through
our own wills in this, "Realm of the Senses,"