Cuticles worn and stripped off protective layers
Scaly hand leaves me grabbing prayers
Next in line stumbles with commanding lines
Pieces swirl to mask sense in the steeple air changes flavor light
From the sign,
Pulses through the mood-swollen people, muddy footprints,
Stomp forth from their masters legs.
Worn filthy filaments light the way with rusty haze
Goddess scales the walls with fiery eyes ablaze
The final notion notated on her oily back
Way of the deity
Falls from above to harden
Footprints move the evidence through fiction from fact,
Smoke choking the initial pardon.
Burning prints stamped out like inner lights.