Come, come with me

To a far, far better place

Tulips bring ecstacy

Lust expanded is grace

In the dark city

Flower’s bed, they sow

Sins good and dirty

Sickly they bow

Roots whithering and dry

For they don’t know

All these bed’s do die

Put their needs aside

Protection, money, love

The casual suicide

Do we have enough?

Ryan Anthony Gibson, South Africa March 10th 1998

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