Unmaker

What thrives in abyss or desert Or upon the verdant plains of grass, What springs eternal from the source, What flesh, what stone, what steel and glass? What hangs from mosaic heavens, Or within chaotic cosmic sprawl, What seethes in light and darkness What dreams, what schemes, what rise and fall? What knows it of the fabric Or the neuropathic threads of man, What paths unwind from inner mind, What tangles, plaques, what yin and yang? What atrophy encroaches Or sinks fangs into the pool of death, What proliferates the wildfire rot, What sick debase, what voodoo breath? What grins at Judas windows Or spies on the whitest, purest skin, What taints it with corruption, What love, what hate, what sort of sin? What plots its own destruction, Or crucifies on cross or wall, What is this great unmaker, That lives inside us, one and all?