Mud-face Child 

I was told a story, when a little child, 
A story about being made of dirt and flowers and stone: 
A symbol, I found later, for the cursed to decay, 
impure and awful flesh and blood we were made of. 
Return: you want us dead! 
Return to your great elements, immortal!

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