Dear child, how do your flowers grow?
With a soft breeze blowing through the yawning violet embers?
gloriously embossed
eclipsing precious time by it's sheer bliss
of peaceful soliloquies cascading,
as though blessed by the divinity
of a destiny worth more then liquid dreams
may ever wish to divulge

Or by the sperm of Satan's sprouts,
rooting themselves in the deviant tone
of all worthless and uninvited,
holding on for dear life at the deep depths
of the unforgiving soil

growing rebelliously,
against the propaganda of
industrial strength herbicides,
the hired guns of your imminent demise
 
the wind is harshly blowing
yet amidst the turmoil surrounding our precious gentile bud
we are seeking shelter in the most
unnatural
unwanted
uninvited

cover

the beauty will continue
as it was the most natural marriage
in existence