Mother splits the circle
the pieces tumble down
Three in all, the pieces fall
and mingle on the ground
From one..
Lust and Greed and Hate
The second..
spews the flesh
The third..
comes all the good in man
With one and two to mesh.
Piece one, all three, since born uncaged
denied the body shrine,
The soul, trapped now by sinew shrieked
piece one now lost to find
The threads of life
lest woven tight
May seek un-noble course,
Yet 'pon our death
The soul shall rise
Then evil show remorse
