Made of clay
Birthed in nature’s voice
Agility is his
As he mounts on time
And soars like the eagle
Made of clay
Chained in eternal pain
Set for damnation
To be saved by blood
Unwilling to yield
Made of clay
Earth, his rest place
On a trip to his eternal
abode
Sin his plight
Blood his saving grace
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