Your organs know nothing but darkness.
They’re slaves to your cause,
working night and day without rest.
The life of many fights for the life of one,
While the Master only fights for himself.
Break the skin, slice from head to navel,
And liberate the slaves from this cold chamber.
As they flee from the oppressing bones,
They’re given a second chance at life in the light.
This light is blinding, and what they see frightens them,
Yet this canvas reveals new opportunity.
Unchained, anything is possible.
My Seven Devils 