Strewn upon the grass lay my thorny rose
Seed melts into life with direction known
That split in the road leads to my front door
In vengeance the passion unite's to conform.

Strewn upon the grass lay my thorny rose
I seek to familiar my thought I suppose
Bewildered while taking your thoughts you impose
With your fertilized mind where you think you're so right.

The back of my shell opens up then I leave
Checkmate holds you close as you need to imply
Radical version of disciplined mind
Takes you over the edge "n" back into your time~




~Bentlee~