After a stronghold has been made of the bones, it is covered with flesh and blood, and there dwell in it old age and death, pride and deceit.

The way was preached by me, when I had understood the removal of the thorns (in the flesh).

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.

The ground was all flesh and blood.

What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know.

You just saw bones and blood all over.