Lost Eden

The winds have been unleashed on the fake paradise
 Carrying away candor, beauty and good feelings

 Of the former eden it remains a charnel
 and in the midst a pit full of crawling vermin
 whose putrid tentacles extend to grasp your legs
 to slyly drag you in the bowels of the earth

 The splendid flowerbeds which have gone with the wind
 were a hidden depot of dark lethal weapons.

 Smiling masks have fallen revealing hideous grin
 Wings of angels fallen, now they crawl in the dust
 Wildflowers have been canned, torrents sleep into jars

 Now proud dragons charmers ride only slimy slugs
 Once painters of the stars move their stumps in the mud
 Stallions were castrated and await their flattery

 Carried by the wild winds, rebellious flower seeds
 And bulbs of hyacinths roll over the parched ground,
 symbols of renewal and everlasting hope
 in search of new heaven for planting memories