Both
have to say his words are worth as little as empty
are each
but much damage they do ...
black behind the letters
strange messages written in blood
subliminal curses beautiful but thorny rose
after a recipe of sarcasm
The temptation could be so vulgar
and yet so cruel
destroy and rebirth while
in the dream that drives me crazy
clouds my thinking
blind me
principles and drop me an illusion of power
end all fuck up all
And though I know in my being
could never touch that flower
destroy it before letting it grow
Pluck their petals evil to avenge his only root
What does not satisfy the
thought it does not satisfy the imagination
being able to live without all that
without something by which suffer
must accept the true reality
to leave with anger and hatred
forgetting
destruction without it accepting could not have been happy
Prefer not to break
flower petals rather not destroy I prefer to let it grow
end someday running well.
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