By Russell Winfield

November 1, 1998

The concrete jungle and the steel sees

of the Spherical Creature

Growing more rapid then control

Inhibited by beings less natural than itself

So sadly growing steadily weaker in health

As does a vampire, the beings suck life

of the Spherical Creature

Beware only once never twice

Perhaps ignorance

Or maybe drive

But once it is dead

So is all

No matter how many rungs there are beneath you

The beings will fall, with only hell to greet you

A select few will be caught

and brought to the sky

For eternal mourning and an occasional cry