From The Lab

Just Beneath The Flesh

Tensions mounted and cleared to ride,
Weapons drawn for the wars,
Sentenced for doom on either side,
Conquer fear and grab swords,
Ready to join the horrid mass,
En route to divide all,
Fall in line. Watch the front lines clash,
Hear the loud bull horn call!
See anguish felt in every breath,
In every step and moan,
Nearer to thee, Sir coward Death,
The smash of bones to bones.
Veins expanding, hope in earnest,
There's room left in the cells,
Captives of the bloody skirmish
Could always kill themselves,
So muscles tense in self-defense
When Evil's free to walk,
To pierce the heart and smile unkempt,
And watch the tiger stalk,
Feasting on liver, eyes, and lung,
Slow and painfully robbed,
While tipping their hat to the hung,
Blind to the breath of God,
Things beneath the flesh have demands,
Always best to meet them,
Now's not the time to take a stand,
One rarely defeats them.