Black Flower

Black sprouts shooting up from the rocky soil of the slums. Veins of light bursting through cold concrete. Sweeping the devil from main street. Don't forget to sip God's sweet rain. While paddling slowly away from the grate. You're blooming now. It was all about blood and grit. Amidst all the pain and struggle... You'll not be a flower on a clown's lapel. You're destined to be a shooting star, busting through the lips of hell. Temptations await-don't stray- Keep the momentum of faith! Often flash those many gifts like battle swords. Death and detractors are fleet and persistent. Striking flint off your lowered chin. Boomeranging back into reality.... of the concrete's cold -cold teeth black flower.