NOW,

…HERE IS A STORY,

NOT WHERE IT BEGINS

BUT RIGHT SMACK IN THE MIDDLE,

WHERE AMBITION MEETS FEAR

ALL SHEEP LOOK ALIKE

AND THE DAY STARTS AS A RIDDLE.

ASPIRATIONS ARE HIGH, BUT THE TIMING DERAILED

NOT KNOWING WHERE YOU STAND,

TO HOLD A BAG OF SEED

SHIT-PILES OF HIGH HOPES

IN AN INFERTILE LAND.

WHERE HEAVEN MEETS MORAL

LIMBO IS WIERD

AND HELL HAS TE MIND POSSESSED.

WHEN THE CLOUDS DO NOT CLEAR

WE ALL STAND ALONE

IN THE

“CITY OF THE DEPRESSED”

…