leather coat covering his arms

do not forget his missing fire arm

yet stable he remains in walking through the snow

a tundra around him and the stars above

just remember that no one gets away

he wont remember that anyway

and walking to her, drawing his knife

he thinks about all the times he had a life

and ever so more, never repenting in truth

before His heart is full, the knife is almost through her womb

And He Remains

Posture so large

Keeps living in His world, that lies, as She lies

bloodying the snow

And now he don't really see no more