The Devils Garden ( Into the Wicked )

Into the wicked Garden plucked by pedophiles Trimmed by wieght loss Behold, Daffodiles sprout in least theories Their drama is the same act Carrying around a weed that kills Daff? Do you have an unspoken attraction to off- balanced sprouters Can't control their seeds, so they're left growng contradictions Of contradictions begets stereotypes Wine so sweet, It's better with sin Munching with the cannibals Mid-days are spent in indulgences Periwinkle blue skies and twilight summers The Garden will stay bloom by bloom, Flourish with fatigue are the gentle and pure But the Wicked Garden will always be in spring Summer to our youth Winter to the old