A Skin Of Sin - Poem by David Lacey
I have forgotten the dream if my fathers
I have forgotten the work of their hands
Caked in blood lust sweat and sore
In Dwarf King Valleys mining ore
To build the world around me now
Why is it that I forget? How?
Come bathe my bones in ocean salt
Come wrap me in a skin of sin
Come burn my flesh upon a pyre
Come run the race to win.
I continue through dimensions unknown
Penetrating celestial courtrooms.
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