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I built a new disease for you, One to steal your dreams with its lusty-in-tension, Mutated morals for your marrow-clogged-hearts. Even now I watch how it populates your thoughts... ...Your thoughts? My thoughts! Incriminated ideals of deluded gods of old. And that smile! Its real...cultured by my depravity, A gift for you to soothe all your suffering, Without guilt... A mossy bed of damp acceptance and reclusion. Go, seek the sun but thrive in the shadows, You belong to a new kind now, A tribe of light-made-darkness; Rulers of a Savage Garden, Devoid of demonic-good and angelic-evil... Infants of a lesser truth! So grow now little ones, Grow slowly to the peace of death, Make Time your friend again, It walks in reverence to your possibility, And guards your bones for eternity. 28 Oct 2005 (RSA)