Virtues of blood
Follows through
bleeding our shadows

for hundrerds of miles
for tattered and torn
wound upon wound


For less of force
Grow to or sever

Brushing my teeth
From the wounds
ending a curse

disemble, the world
disemble, humanity (humanity)


Right is the Hand
Rewarding, our son
clutching the scepter of a real god

drunken with grief
and sorrows



For us who live in the shade
we wander

limb from limb

Virtues of blood

Follows through
bleeding our shadows
for hundreds of miles

for tattered and torn
wound upon wound