• Fallen from paradise,
    grace cannot bond me
    I am but a figment
    imagined to dissuade

    I am the cascade
    on marble flooring
    abhoring the ultraviolet
    enticing the violent

    You are the reliant
    a disgusting tool
    the massive weapon
    of tiny men

    Inhaling Halogens
    Exhaling pollen
    Creating problems
    By breeding beasts

    Feasts of Burden
    Drenched in Gamma Rays
    New rhythmes
    to songs, fractured

    A world raptured
    heads heavy
    Skin pierced
    We have found a way