Stables.

For too long has the word been made flesh............... stretched on a rack of Mankind's idealism. For no moments pass between us ~ We, the mo(ve)ment are always here. Thriving on forgotten lifetimes is the state of children at play. And in my other hand I have crushed a word. In the night the flashing blade is given to life, Slaying dreams with beautiful splendour, Awakening unknown hungers. cODIFIED in the blood of God, Strewn to all horizons, I Osiris Am, I Sorath Am not I. The Name of God..................... IS THAT OF a MAN. First and last, they return to the stables.