Ezekiel 37: 1: 14 - Tara Vanflower

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