Guardian(to be read in a calm manner):

This site is holy, the body sacred, the soul precious
Think of what you will do, think of what you will say
Or you will force me to take yours away

The look leaves you in awe, leaves you breathless
Carefull about your steps, for I will warn once
Not granting you more then a single glance

Every corner filled with gifts and wonders gracious
Do not set what is hidden, locked, free
For you will bring this doom upon me

The exultation, the  merriment, it’s contagious
Keep this place consecrated, pure
and leaving alive, of that you will be sure

 
Old familiar, I started out with the first 2 sentences years ago. Thought I gave it a try to finish it, not completely happy about it though.:

Another murder, another life, another soul.
When does the killing end and the slaughter begin?

Do we even life? Or are we dead?
Is it love we seek, or is it eternal damnation?

Do we even deserve to live? Especially when we are doomed to hate.
To be sad, to be full of sorrow.

No!

Another beginning, another life, another soul.
When does the killing end and the new life begin?

We are alive, not dead.
We seek love and to avoid eternal damnation.

We deserve to live, to love, to be happy