The Garden Of Life
- A blue-grey night hangs oddly out of placewhere frozen electric storms join the memory
of uncloaked ambition. Winter calls and thetiny people drift from their beckoning hovels
in preparation for erotic adventures. Silverair bonds the winds of temptation. Tiny fingers
reach out trembling hands to grasp the last ofthe hot water as it drips from an out of date mind.
Nude, the situation develops with the same intensitythat it would finally end. And they called out in terror,
in revulsion as the jumping vines of ultimate distancewrapped tangled chains around their necks. Cold dark
heat waves drifted casually across the lives of thepeople so small. Drowning fate in caskets of puss melted
carefully around the eyes of the persecuted. Tiny legschained in mindless droning of factory dragons demanding
retribution for every quota that was never to be met.And they whined about the lazy flowers that would not
grow despite the fertilizer dropped harshly onto thegarden of life. The elite living in empty souls.