A pome of life. Life is like teeth collecting. Bloddy and always correcting. What if life never came to be? Would we be dead, in a deep dark black sea? What if no children to come out to play? What if no mothers to chase the monsters away? What if no time? What if no ticking of the clock, would the madness ever stop? What if no heaven? What if no hell? What if no heros to run off and tell? What if no wolfs to run at night? What if no people to scream and fright? Why do the flowers drip with blood? Why do angles get killed in the mud. What if we where all dead living in a free fall? Hey, that wouldnt be too bad after all.
