Numbers And Flowers

The struggle, the great old war of ages,

That has stained the soul of man forever,

Mysticism that fuelled the soul of man,

Imprisoned in the cells of logic and reason!

Numbers and flowers spinning around,

In the fresh air of freedom, free will

Death will have his day of victory,

But salvation will come with his gift of eternity!



Expression is the key to human evolution,

And faith, the manual for life and more

Truth is what is easily defined,

But real truth, forever, a mystery!

Men have words, and men have desires,

The luxury to choose, numbers or flowers

Men have hopes and men have dreams,

But only as much, as the horizon allows.



Love and peace, war and hate,

Forever has been, the great debate

The cost of blood finds no sense,

Lies and treachery walking with us!

Wounded souls, sadly ignored,

All material causes, constantly tended

Numbers and flowers, floating, floating,

In the free air of wonder, free will!



The glowing woman, her burning desire,

The dreaming man, the hopeless romantic

The love from heaven, the hatred from hell,

The final battle, between reason and religion!

The democrat stumbles, the king dishonest,

The mind of man, stripped and shamefully exposed

The final judgment soon approaches,

What do you choose, numbers or flowers?



Screamjack