Clay molded by evil hands
Sadistic, calculated contortions
Kneading poisons into it’s very core
Hardened over eons
behind the chamber walls
Contaminating,
concealing truth
Disintegrating Lightness
Dormant flesh lies beneath
Like drawing blood from a stone
Broken only by a warmth
never to be known
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