• Just a`walking through the maze, rain-bow flowers and gestures of good faith all a`flutter. See the boy who sulks in the corner a`dancing? His good faith lead him to a dead end on the long and twisted road, where the flowers turned to screams.

    Surrendered his self to life, with tears in his lungs, he spat ‘Even by your God, you are just that: a bigot, by God.’. At the end of that road was not even assurance his suffering would end. No assurances.

    Long he walked and long he crawled and long he marched. In-to this world he was shat, and with-out the knowledge he was the charming one in the crowd, until no longer was he. Fighting with feet and nail he would a`go to his final paradise, eating their flesh at the end of the dead end on the long and twisted road.

    Scratchy skin with marks of long hours of itching cursed his flesh, all a`plunder in the riches of filth. ‘Lost my essential traits today.’ he said. ‘Lost them, well, well long ago down a well.’.

    That is, until one day, when he surrendered to life.

    Surrender to Life -- Soroma Sethress Scull