From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Tisaphone's tea
Date: Fri Sep  2 13:25:28 1994
The black brew
The lies hit their shrieking point as the 
truth licks crimson at the bottom of the pot
The searing stains the base
The base is all I hold

Drinking what you've sown
Witnesses cobalt blue eyes know what I'm made of
The seats smell like an old woman's skin
That red that happens to real read when the sun gets at it
This room smells like a mausoleum

Good thing you buried me there

Badger01