I dug you up from shallow water

I carefully spun and molded you

I made you what you are today

 Your image is intimidating

Your eyes are made of glass

Your heart is made of stone

Your unhuman your lacking bones

Here you will stay and stand alone

Your features are fierce

Your expression is frozen

An image of clay

Stuck in the sand

Upon this land

I’ll wave my hand

Then I will travel miles away

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