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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