~Into the den of weeds does the raven croak counting weed upon weeds with croak upon croak~
- If sin be your desire then you shall walk under the guise of the bone mask. Hollow is your sin as hollow is your mask.
- When the soul is hollow selfishness surfaces with the bone mask the fisherman, casting out for itself.
- This mask of bone is the hollow nature of sin, and you walk with hollow cadence as long as the mask be upon your face.
- This mask of bone will sting, and when it stings it burns the soul with each hollow act. the more the mask stings the more the sting burns; the deeper the sting becomes sinking deeper and deeper into the core of the soul.
When our hands and feet are set aflame with sin let it be that from your mouth God, like a fountain living water pours over our hands and feet. Let the water wash and cleanse us of our sin. Let it be that our hands do not burn. Let it be that our feet do not smolder. Let it be that no more ash follows in our wake, be it we be cleansed from the fountain-like mouth of God.