The Gardens of Hell
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"Violence never really ends, no more than a symphony ceases to exist once the orchestra has stopped playing." -- Gary A. Braunbeck, Safe

“I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart. I am rain. I cannot be contained” -- Alan Moore, From Hell

"A rose is a rose is a rose." -- Gertrude Stein

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The Gardens of Hell

Baby fist clench. Hold tight.

Baby fist clench. Hold tight. Petal tongue. Greenthorn.

Baby fist clench. Hold tight. Petal tongue. Greenthorn. Scent of night woman. Broken lightbulbs.

Baby fist clench. Hold tight. Petal tongue. Greenthorn. Scent of night woman. Broken lightbulbs. Tears shatter.

Name it Jack. Pin it to a lapel.

Name it Jack. Pin it to a lapel. Blood dries like rose petals, scattered on cobblestone.

Name it Jack. Pin it to a lapel. Blood dries like rose petals, scattered on cobblestone. Scent of night woman.

Name it Neddy and Hess.

Name it Neddy and Hess. Watch it plant a garden of sad little flowers.

Name it Neddy and Hess. Watch it plant a garden of sad little flowers. Baby fist clench.

Name it John Wayne

Name it John Wayne and it dances balloons and pops them all.

Name it John Wayne and it dances balloons and pops them all. Laughs like broken lightbulbs.

Name it Richard and it drinks them

Name it Richard and it drinks them in milk with petal tongue.

Name it Ted and it smiles in

Name it Ted and it smiles in masquerade.

Name it Ted and it smiles in masquerade. Choking on silk. Hold tight.

Name it Sutcliffe and they still applaud.

Name it Sutcliffe and they still applaud. Laurels rotted under old man.

Name it Sutcliffe and they still applaud. Laurels rotted under old man. Greenthorn.

Name it Gilles and let it paint them.

Name it Gilles and let it paint them. Kisses on dead mouths. His roses bloom.

Name it Gilles and let it paint them. Kisses on dead mouths. His roses bloom. Tears shatter.

Give it no name at all; the name is not matter.

Words whispered in wind-- in time, and all things end.

Names are for folly.

A rose is a rose is a rose.

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