Your Roses Will Burn


I admit
I've walked with sunrise consumers,
Destroyers of beautiful dreams
A rose selling class, banishes,
Breed fear amongst the frail
Burning, the flames will burn your altitude
They murder pride for money and even souls for more,

They who call funeral visits a time wasting whore

I regret
Souls being stabbed with my knifes of a kind not yet banished
Invisible, yet not invincible
Still awake I was put to sleep
Greenhouse salesmen made my heart weep deep,
And made of me an evil angel who eats your frailty for greed

When revolutions are calling, you'll be the first ones hanging

Yet awoken I bring flames upon you in your nightmares
Upon you a storm for you and your kind
Fuck you, and your kin,
For they are also damned by blindness
Fuck you, and your class,
Seek for thyself another life for we are eating it
We'll eat it away







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