Once upon an eternity there was a flower
the bee brougt her close to me
by the wind
and by the LORD's power

Then I saw her
and marvelled at her beauty
could anything really be this cute
I asked
and I languished to find one thing wrong
just so that I didn't have to notice she was without me

The wings of the Sun brought me an answer
saying in my ear
that cuteness is loving love
but we still weren't together

Each day I went and smelled the fragrance
of this Sunflower
which was also deeply colored

One day I thought to myself
what if this flower fades away
just as all the others?

So I ran out as quick as I could
and there to meet me
by the hillside
was a buyer

He told me he would protect my lovely flower
if I just brought him the rock
which was so like the gold
that is in her pedals
and he said that he would watch her by the hour

Through much hard labor
I found it hard
to spend so much time away
from my desire
so the buyer proposed a bargain
saying he was also a trader
and that he would do for some paper
that was green like the hill
which would mean less time away from that for which I savored

Yet through business
I still found it hard
and like kicking against the goads
to accumalate so much green paper
so I told the traitor
"Why don't you go make your own payment?
and then return
and perhaps the LORD will bring you her sister
What is it?
A little crack?
a little tweak?
a little business?
yes...then and pretty soon the market will be a heap.
for how is it that the market
picks such lovely flowers
out of the hand of their lovers
all the while boiling them in the lukewarm water
of languid separation
all in the same as a drug
which doesn't say so at the beginning?
But which comes on like the piper
beloving it's own strength
and belittling the Sabbath rest
for which Israel went captive
some 490 years
because they did not honor.
I will take even what you have away from you
because it belongs to me in the first place
you who came in the name of money,
so give your funds to AIG
and give your funds to the letter
just don't step on my land again
or else I will give you into the hand of the oppressor
for I was a burning hill
and a sword
in the Spirit
who even lives now without the weakness of wrath, hurt, or anger.

By coming to me
in the name of no god or savior
you made yourself a servant to me
and it is not I who shall
in the same likeness
return the favor."

Though all the while
Holly said she would take me anywhere
it is she who is with me
as Abraham in the Book of Jasher
and Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
whom the LORD was with as they walked in the fire

**Key: "Molly's lips" By Nirvana