A young boy dreams of change. dreams of fire, flesh, and bone. hoping to be known, feeling as if he will never grow old. A curtain hangs before he's eyes hiding the sin of our flesh. The woman in the beautiful mask tames him with a savage oath.  Despite The horrors of the unknown he is determined to set his image in stone. Prays to a god he doesn't know, dipped in the water chilled to the bone... Gasps for air is he brand new? more accurately muddled.
   He's father floats through the door an idol to the boy, Oh how he did adore him. A spitting image was he's goal, to be the only man he'd ever known. The ignorance of a child is to be admired for when one grows old hearts harden, Words are ciphers, seeking salvation from this pit of vipers.