content: Blood lies always. Blood creepth in from the field it cries out in the endless days that turn always to dark nights. It says you are nothing that is what it says Brothers that you are nothing but yourself. So live dying , so sin and sin again. It lies always. It calls always. For to listen to blood is to truly not understand anything of all. For to wrap yourself in flesh you are made ugly and weak.  Blood is spilled on the ground and from it nothing grows. It drains away into the all the waters. It sickens the sea and the trees and birds and all other creatures within it. Kills them and replaces them with nothing. Rotting flesh heaped upon flesh. Until the whole world is nothing but awfulness and decay, all evil. That is blood and that is what the Bloodbrains want and will get.  Bone is Bone. A house that will last until forever dies, A dream made real. It stands alone at the end of all of time. Beyond all of time. You should know it. You are made of it. Not of waste not of despair. You are that deep thing from outside of time the dreams of so many made real by your being. That is you that is Bone. Os is the is. Blood is the not.  To shed yourself of blood you are to become more then nothing.  To be jubilant in the hurting because you can be,  believe in Bone brothers. It is the end of suffering for it It is the joy in all being. Go in glad glory brother for you have heard these words that Os protects and holds us as tightly as we hold it up ourselves.