The vines were jeweled by the raindrops, In a blooming green field; danced the crops. I was gazing at the sorcering sight, The rain teeming the green with its might.
The result of life is death The price of life is your sanity The toxins leach more from each drawn breath Eating away at both mind and body One day more replaces you with one day less A simple enough concept conceptually Everything living is born with this terminal illness No one has ever survived this tragedy