All ye roses that wish to be free of earth,
bloom ye differently
Expel the horror of thy beauty
with the aid of the ugly ones
Live to life.
People have to go MAN
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The good vibes are dead.
I have not lived
I wish to free the roses.
I dont want them to scream anymore_
Women, what are you waiting for.
Dire magic — the curse of the birth,
Dance no more,
there’s nothing to show for all that thrashing
the lights
are done and down