Appearance of Flesh

This flesh is not my flesh,

Just like the vows are not my own

My spirit longs to be released,

My one prayer goes for the deceased…

Red from hell,

Red for all,

Red’s the veil across your eyes,

Red’s the grave of all your lies…

Reek of death, reek of salvation

These words are not my own,

Simple prayers for simple minds,

Each one of them, merely a distraction…

The screams of a thousand worlds are not to be heard

Inside this world that’s dying,

A shell of flesh is not the measure,

As an image cast for ignorant eyes,

Is not the reflection of truth, not by far…