See me through these
colored lines.
I am man.
I am heathen.
My roar arises from
the dirt,
and brings trembling men
to their knees.
I am iron.
The raw stench of
creation at my fingers.
I am sore.
I am wasted.
My thought expels from
the earth,
and forces broken men
to their knees.
I am life. This world of yours is too
large for me.
I am strong.
I am guided.
My light shines over
the roof,
and brings weak men
to their knees.
I am