John 2:19

Skin against wood, the whip tearing deep. Hands ripped and body torn, the few mourn. Wounds on the surface and within the soul, broken heart flows. Strength of the man and not the One, My God My God... alone. Piercing sounds and jarring tension, the end of creation and religion. The dimming eyes gaze over the darkening sky, as the fortress crumbles The spirit flies. Life and mind, Blood and bone, The fortress rebuilt the body reborn.

"Jesus answered and said unto them, Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up"