Bone and Flesh

Stony-faced gazes cut through the night
Dull eyes like cats' come out with the darkness
Concave eyes are ornaments in hollow skulls

Men are just bones barely covered by flesh
Thick with dust and ash, the stuff of men
Formed from the ground and descended again

Where men know no gods and God becomes men
The mystical soul is a laughable thing
Naked and shivering chased out the sad breast
Into the snow and frozen to death

While the blood slowly pumps with the bone and the flesh
What has become of the primeval breath?

All that is noble enshrouded by death
By men who are bones barely covered by flesh
Dragged over ground out of which they were formed
In the image of flesh merely mangled and torn

Satan himself cries in shame, outperformed.

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