A Lump of Clay With a Transient Name

The undying Artificer with His holy hand Formed a lump of clay into living figurine, Human Being, by name of its mortal brand. It fell into this earth from heavenly shrine. The creature of clay packed the empty earth With its disparate footsteps, singular self And grew into Races, dyed in Colour of birth. It drenched itself in particles of lethal pelf. Humans with a secular Name exist, expire. Few entities of their finest feats and fame Enlighten this earth. Yet they are, are, are Only a lump of clay with a transient name.