I awoke to a complex chemistry. So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see. But she knows only what she's taught so I turned to a Tree to see what he thought. And he asked: “When does three equal plus one?” The answer is Birth -- Life's creation. Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and life turned to ash. Because I believe in everything, I'm convinced of nothing. United we ran -- divided we crawl. It just takes a common enemy to make a friend. Marry hope and fear, invent a colour. And so, it's gone as quickly as it came. Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and , thus, was born in a cloud above. But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one. In harmony with gravity always bringing everything down. Tear out your mother tongue chlorpromazine incursion -- the rights of the voiceless will be revealed. Flesh is food and bone is stone. A grey-matter cause for inner demons' microphones. Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters. A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber. Logic's tough but brains are sweet, we've served our sup for the demons to feed. Projected self loathsome apathy redefines reality. Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin; rage and intimidation lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.