It was never

The icy winds of the heights

But the coldness of the world

That hardened my foundation

Whether your approach

Is that of praise or blasphemy

The construction of my being

Will remain the same

If my soaring presence

Threatens to break your neck

Then so be it

You shall dread my name

There is a fundamental cleft

Between your world and mine

One of divine origin

Were you to witness

The nakedness of your own soul

It would still appear a tower of Babel

Is it such a crime to go apart and be alone?

Your holy simplicity turns gold into stone