The Weaver of Tendons - Aversio Humanitatis

Layers of layers of flesh

Skin thick as stone

And black iron wretched

Monuments of failure rising tall

Evidence of our vility

Of the true nature of all

Of a being so corrupt and small

Hammer

Crack the stone

Mold the steel

Carve the bone

Burn

Feel the rain

Rise your palms

Submit to the pain

Stretch

Turn the wheel

Tear the joints

Fix the beams

Cut clean

Immaculate lines

Of sharp white light

Contour the shapes

Of vertical wires

Defining the absurd cult

Of a materialized hoax

That is all and nothing at all

Stand proud

Under the banner

Of blending in an earthly manner

And thus

Be part of something

That is all and nothing at all