Those Holy Bones!

Those holy bones!
Bleached in fiery holes,
drenched in days of old,
like a bee in a rose,
they deal a deadly blow!

Those holy bones!
Bleached in fiery holes,
made anew, into a flute,
like the hymnal scales,
into the fire you'll go!

Those holy bones!
Bleached in fiery holes,
knitted together, bile and leather
like bread in the oven,
your soul will surely glow!

Those holy bones!
Bleached in fiery holes,
In the drum lines they roll
like birds of a feather,
in the ancient hippo-drome
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