Ductile and Soft;
Is our metal minds.
Handling all the pressure,oft
With it's mental might.
In Bodies of dust,such an iron treasure would rust.
The mind,that iron cleaved with limited potential,clay.
Humans think,and think ideas that ONLY become a reality on paper,that portrait for an artist.
The flesh,that clay;weak and broken,failing to articulate the mental structures bent down from the heavenly franchises--that mindset, that mind that is set, yet limited by Clay,this flesh..what a weakness!
The Song of Iron and Clay,
What torment can be more?
This song of lament, will be sang forever more!
Married to a wrong partner,is our minds to the flesh,
Inhabitanting the the same apartment,though their lives being apart.
What sorrow can be more??
Ductile and Soft;
Is our metal minds.
Handling all the pressure,oft
With its mental strength.
The Song of Iron and Clay.
K