I kneel with one knee and look down as I offer you a rose May the world find a momentary peace like how a man can enjoy this rose for only a few days" We all die Time waits for nothing So why do we stop to cultivate our past? The past makes you die out of regret the future kills you with anxiety, so by process of elimination, the present is the happiest time to be living ib But I can't suicide It would be too inconvinient I wish someone could kill me wish I could die in an accident so my parents wouldnt feel guilty when I die
I kneel with one knee and look down as I offer you a rose May the world find a momentary peace like how a man can enjoy this rose for only a few days" We all die Time waits for nothing So why do we stop to cultivate our past? The past makes you die out of regret the future kills you with anxiety, so by process of elimination, the present is the happiest time to be living ib But I can't suicide It would be too inconvinient I wish someone could kill me wish I could die in an accident so my parents wouldnt feel guilty when I die
I wish the coincidences and my fate would be true But I'm only dreaming again It's time to wake up and get out of bed to assert myself in the real world The world I call hell The world is beautiful But the devil himself is beautiful as well So to the world I wish you may commit genocide and restart and become a proper society with true words But them at would only mean Communism
Let's give everyone jobs
Communism
Let's give world peace
Communism
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Roses
PoetryI prick your finger as you reach for me. You bleed and your blood seeps through my vines. I drink it for it makes me beautiful. Your crimson red blood gives me my crimson colored petals.
