Lathing A New Man

I know
As well as
My own name
They will never
Tire
Our shallow
Enemies
Of forging new villains

Man, made of mud
In his master's house
Where hands of his
Order the machine
Forged in the flames of fire

Man, made of nothing
In his master's house
Where words drive
Into his flesh like nails

He knows.
Like his own name
He will never
Understand these hollow
Meanings.
This crafting of all new divides

He knows.