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Insanity The harsh Reality With the side of fear Sane fatality Lethal Brutality

Black rose, in the Garden of Obscenity The garden of the differences, We shun it, and ignore it, living each day as if it weren’t there. But it is. Yellow rose, in the Garden of Beauty Forgotten in a world of technology It bestows its beauty to by passers, They ignore and go to their high life in the city. Red Rose, in the Garden of Love People pass it by, Uproot it, then Drop it as the seasons turn. Love is a lost cause, must they ruin it further With all the gardens in the world, We abuse it then we loose it. How far is far enough.