content: Bone Prayer Rejoice for war is near. I can feel the fear smell the despair. Blood must be shed for us to become men. For the pure world of Bone to be we must be wounded to rip and tear until all this rotten flesh gone.  The flames are a sacrifice a funeral pyre for blood and flesh. In the raging fire is where Os begins. The flames are singing tonight they tell of lost faith and fallen men.  Sin grows only in fertile gardens. Rot spreads in filth. Weakness begets weakness. I have seen the world of self writhe and mown. Dying in itself. I see the veil and all its evil snuff out so many bright sparks everywhere everyday.  It is not enough, those sparks do not all die and they become a inferno a towering purifying force. Now it only whispers and yet the screams of the unclean are already starting. Their days are numbers their hours few.  The world will be stripped bear of its lies. Pain and suffering will be the teacher once more. All will walk the burning way the suffering path. All will be Bone and Bone will be all.  It will be a world made clean. The worthy will lead, the weak will be made strong. Ugliness made beautiful or destroyed. The mother will be the mother and the father the father. The sun will shine on a people who are bright and righteous.  Do not shiver in fear for the coming war for it will create a world wee we are freed to be. The horror is but a moment in time. The days of glory ahead tower over mud and blood. They see such wonders that have no words. The pain wash over you for without the doubt and pain you could not be Bone. Learn for the hate and the fear the despair for you are their master you are not alone for you are Bone.