"Sleeping in the Dust."

Conjured-up from this, "Body of Dirt,"
From somewhere Deep within the
Darkness and Depths of this Earth

From its Prisons and Catacombs
they come
Because, We All Sleep in the Dust

"Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust,
all We are being Prepared, unto it
to one Day Return,"

But, in the meantime We are Creating
living or dead things in this Pod

Daemons or Gods
Pains or Pleasures
Frogs and Toads...

Poisonous

Snakes tongues filled
with Venom and 
scorpions with tails
that Whip and Burn til...

You Despair of Life
and look to the End as
an, "Welcoming,"

Created beings creating Glory
or Shame

"I saw Gods Rising from the Dust,"

It is by Necessity, that through Us
the Evolution must Continue to 
run

Does the Storm inside
You Tumultuously Blow
Does it make You Reel
to and fro
Are the Waves Crests
standing Proud and 
Menacingly high, miles
above You

Have they Blotted out
the Sun
Is an Eclipse all that You
can see, so, that You can't
foresee an Ending