Gifts of Flower and Stone
Zao
Through doorways of blood, from dimensions unknown
Come hands holding gifts of flowers and stone
Dualistic mirrors
Self-reflecting
It completes the circle, I glimpse at the code
I learn from the hands holding flowers and stone
They wore the sun as their burning halo
Adorned in garments of the calm blue sky
Beyond creation
Above destruction
Until their arrival, I wondered alone
My fate drawn by hands holding flowers and stone
Dualistic mirrors
Self-dissecting
Repeat the cycle, rebuild the bone
Reunite with the hands holding flowers and stone
Flowers and blood
Stone and flesh
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
