Foreword
Ben Reed, Johanna Andren, Karl Erkenborn
Oh my garden is broken
Burned it down to the ground
I kill hours I count down
Picked all living I found
I'd rather live there in that world
Than without growth in mine
Hit me right where the hurt is
Are you even alive?
I've put in the work now
Danced for rain to come
I've watched the worst now
But from wither comes