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Lifted by the hand of God, destination high
Below, mothers naked flesh, is hidden from the eye

Tender fragile skin is swaddled, swathed, and layered
Ya' Deaths cold grip cannot be slipped
by desperate psalms and prayers

Tempered iron sharp, fused 'round stiff flat blades
Wicked fast edge set when wielded in the glades

Appendages twisted, displaced digits stuffed and strapped to a hell beyond tight.

Red rimmed pits glare at white puke retched up by the storm last night.

Set down, by God, on high, at last! Inspect the snowpack layer

Stepping off, cool as a corpse, sings out the powder slayer....
DROPPING!!!!!