Flesh Shed like a rabid dog, A forgivable rejection from a higher God, Chewed, Swallowed and spat back out, On the shore sat a lonely loveless man, Riddled with doubt, On his own, he took a dark path, From a drowning position full with hateful wrath, He took his time, For its all he had left, As he crawls through cobble and sand, Life’s left him bereft, He climbs with his vessel, Amidst all existing might, Hoping that one day he might see the light, Hoping one day to see the light, Hoping, Climbing, there it is, light.