and heaven's flaming passion rose over the
ecliptic silhouette of the house juxtaposition to mine.
Motion was set forth before my eyes...
I heard three men murdered,
while tiny sprung a nose bleed in his new electric chair.
during a starving child's fifteen seconds to prove he's worth your fifty cents a day
And as the sun set in Australia my flower began to open.
Scorched, the morning dew evaporated above my head
Three hundred and fifty rigamortis stricken souls ago
a hole, half way across the world was dug,
A drug pusher just put on his sweater & abercrombie cargos,
and went into your school.
I think big brother just found out I really am certifiable
And as I lift my head, dripping with anarchy
I notice that my flower has fully opened.
The sun giving life itself propulsion to thrive for another hour.
It's about 3 p.m.
A drunk driver just hit a baby and it's mother,
I ate a sandwich,
and my best friend was just date raped.
Then slowly my flower begins to close.
Dismissed from the ultra violet spumes of warmth,
we both begin to close our [respective] heart.
Hate just gained a foot hold in another's heart,
the genocide has begun again,
and my little brother just cut his finger.
As the warm, virgin blood rises out of his skin...
I turn my back.
And just before the first drop emphatically falls to the ground,
I open my eyes, and notice that I am alone. with my flower.
It is dark now. My flower is closed tightly.
And I begin to cry.
Until I notice I am still sitting in the same spot,
and tomorrow the sun will rise again.
And I have hope.
Me, and my flower have hope.
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Last Updated July 10, 1999 by Cj