Chapter III



Rasa skipped off again, behind her shrieked the birds
"Least leave behind your footprints so we can shame them with our words!"

Rasa got tired of skipping after a while: she started walking and went on another mile. A little to the left she observed a clump of trees and beheld a clear pond, clear as dew. Or was it a lake?
And so Rasa plunged in and slowly sank to the bottom of the matter.

There was a boy there.

"Who are you"? The words ran out of her mouth, her eyes saying something else together.

"I am the Prince.
I am the lowly.
Iam the damned,
I am the holy.
My hands are ten knives!
I am the dove
whose wings are murder.
My name is love."



Its a sick world, sick,sick,sick.