My Soul stands there before the angry crowd hands tied behind it's back waiting for the lever to be p u l l e d .....I can only stand amongst the hatemongers and remain silent and ride on the tear that ran down the face of what kept me "full" my thoughts scream and throw broken appendages of the present at my Soul and some spit in it's face.... I stand in the crowd and after shaking / full of fear / yell.... "pull the **** lever!" ! ! ! ! ! ! ! my Soul hung there and flowers began to surface from every orifice of it's nude body It hung post-mortem smiling as if to thank me for saving myself. (c)2001 blakverb *I'm back ya'll. I need my room, I need to rest, my Soul is tired and home is where it needs to be.