The time is here the time is now to seed,
Beliefs of age and wisdom spewing blood.
In silence limbs twist as the winds break creeds,
Once wrought in youth; unstill thought not to budge.
The blackness; that engulfing force of rage,
Starts forth with youth. Roots just begin to change.
The sapling sent with stunted rings to cage,
And capture those who question all the strange.
Then when unconscious thought turns away from,
The heart that often will solve cure and cry,
The fight is lost, the mind is broken lumps.
The clock slows now, and with night you will lie.
Light flashes, with a snap you fall and smash.
The slime, the solid sludge has won, your trash