This was written by Angie - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sweet Creation Blood smeared lips, glistening ovals speak of cruelty; life’s truest friend And you kick and scream and fight your brightest battle Defeat follows at your heels like adoring fans at your beck and call. You kick time in the teeth and laugh wickedly in the face of weakness... Pouting at the drop of your only cigarette. Pounding your voice so the earth trembles in her stagnant slumber, deep in the bowels of CREATION, where only the most clever mist could’ve created A beauty quite like you. - - - - - - - - - - - - -