The shores of reality are stewn with rocks hurled by those intending disgrace.
And innocence rises up in waves to shatter upon these rocks of mysery.
Those who survive live in forests made of steel where the men are like animals, and the trees scream for air.
And those that rule have riches and gold, but have long since sold their soul.
Then death comes along to show you what was worthwhile will soon be gone.
And what you had thought all along.
Was really wrong.
July 22, 1997