Brittle are the bones
Stricken with the dis ease
Of the mind
So as the desolate land
Encompass the bitter winds

Hardened are the hearts
Beating with the fear
Of exclusion
Bait to the darkness
Flock the evil tribes

Blind are the eyes
Impaired by the vision
Of I versus we
As the journey of the soul
Is separate to the feat

Wicked is the weakness
That embodies us all
Of inability
Like death to the flesh
In a ground covered hole