The unending halls of the Garden! Ah, so dutifully decorated by the cross, the symbol that angels use for the Tree of Life.
They praise their beloved Father who had planted it and filled us with the dew of its leaves and the nectar of its fruit,
that which gives us life, courses through our veins...

For you however, our truth: Our bodies are not a vessel for the blood of the fruit, but its prison. The beautiful guts and
gorgeous bone YEARN to be shown and seen! SPLAYED! Under the divine cross of the Tree of Life, we pay it tribute
through the art of violence.



THE WORLD IS YOUR CANVAS
SO TAKE UP YOUR BRUSH
AND PAINT
THE WORLD
RED