Embodiment of Grace

On the physical world Mind and personality of their own Almost mythical, almost imaginary Places of darkness and mystery Utopian vision of the future In the edge of hope sounds pretentious There lies the seed of despair where misery is spread Chances lies between slim and none The embodiment of grace is dying of neglect The ground will be devoid of life The whole process is blasphemous Sort of baptism of fire when the wind blows up the ashes Its aftermath will be plain total destruction You fed yourselves so greedily but it will bounce back You'll rule over nothing but bones