POINTING BONE


From the fury pit, a reek of misery 
Like a trumpet groan, tornado moan 
The splendor splits like a golden skin 
He and the wizards cry like hummingbirds 
In treasure glows, your weeping wings 
And a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike 

When held on high by the riverside 
Like a torn-throat child 
In a jackals hide 
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes 
Silent in flamingo ease 
Distant in troubled trance 
Within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs 
The tears of the moon 
The sweat of the sun 
Sacraficial hearts for a pointing bone 

With a gorgons head and a coal of skulls 
They're kindling fires in open wounds 
Pointing bone 
In a jaguar skin, blood matted mane 
Beacons blaze toward a waning moon

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