Gifts of Flesh

Never wound what you can't kill
As if mere flesh would hold sheer will
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Pure ambition won't be tamed

Magic needs but a knife and nimble fingers
Slowly weaving the spell
Thus miracles are made
To claim what's always lain inside

Gifts of flesh - bodies unravel in
Gifts of flesh - endlessly revel in
What's pouring forth unto infinity

Hands to carve, eyes to see
Each cut decries a false decree
Unlock the book bound in skin
The universe slumbers within

One need only turn the key
To claim what's always lain inside

There it lies, bereft of form
Its cover cracked, its pages torn
There is nothing more...

Open, the gates lie open
Sweet essence flowing
Seep through the cracks between the worlds