His arms where of stone

His veins of steel

he was one that was strong

he believed he'd never kneel

He worked carefree

He knew hed still finish eventually

He viewed himself as perfect

but his Master only saw imperfection

The Master commanded him

to continue on until there was nothing left

The man disagreed

he'd continue

but only at his own pace

The Master grew tired of his excuses

he lashed at man and beat him down

The Man couldn't fight back

for he feared his arms would crack

the punishment continued from dawn rise to set

by the next day there

was barley anything left

the man now scared

with cracks overflowing his body

He stood at his knees

fearing of another beating

He continued his work

now never once taking a break

his arms where of shattered stone

his veins of rusted steel

his eyes where of pain

his soul was broken.