Tara Vanflower - Ezekiel 37: 1: 14

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Skin torn from bone
Left to die in the desert
I am exposed
Red lines coil 'round my belly
Scarred by gluttony
I fell and I suffer
Drying in the hot sun
I turn to dust
Breathe me in like incense
I swirl and hide
Perfume your dizzy mind
I sleep behind your eyes
Resting softly on the inside
This temple soft and flesh
Cleansed with spirit and god’s breath
Born from blood and bone I crept
Watch the moon, it rise and fall
Turn to dust and choke us all
Seas are blood and poison red
Bloated death and lost their head
Sun is black and death bird call
Fire burn consume them all
Devils march and mark you dead
Angel come crush serpent head