In the desert under sandfalls
a black box speaks in acid tongues...
Fall to your knees under skies of blood
and worship the rains coming to sweep you away.
As you drown in mud at the bottom of a grave,
worship the plague doctor who throws dirt on your coffin...
Fragments of a life built from nothing
Gathered in a pile at the doorstep
Brick by brick the walls are put up around them
Happy to sit at the center and stare at the pieces...