Hand of Stone

No one sees the difference in the land, where the sky meets earth. Form horizons! Hand of stone, arm of strength. Nature's fire, fist of gold. Venom stains the lips and burns the tongue with vengeance and hatred. Extremities forged in nature's fire, unrelenting vigor. Carve the future! Feast or famine, drink deception. The wells run dry, the need for temptation. Falling through brain field, head for divide. The hand matches, the hand that leads the way, to kill the shepherd, just to see his face. Heed the warning, ingest the rotten bone. The hand that falters, the hand that turns to stone. Chew on the root that gives us sight. Cranium shatters! Feed the needles as they fall. The truth, the mask, brain divided.