Tara Vanflower
Ezekiel 37:1:14
Skin torn from boneLeft to die in the desertI am exposedRed lines coil 'round my bellyScarred by gluttonyI fell and I sufferDrying in the hot sunI turn to dustBreathe me in like incenseI swirl and hidePerfume your dizzy mindI sleep behind your eyesResting softly on the insideThis temple soft and fleshCleansed with spirit and god's breathBorn from blood and bone I creptWatch the moon, it rise and fallTurn to dust and choke us allSeas are blood and poison redBloated death and lost their headSun is black and death bird callFire burn consume them allDevils march and mark you deadAngel come crush serpent head
From Letras Mania