Rectification of the Death of Society

Petals of a dying rose, answers I should not suppose. To those still with life I propose that the propensities and proprieties of dull and dying societies be cast out of our anxieties. For those who commit such travesties to those who create perfect families. Paling to preposterous powers to this compare a dying flower. In life or death lives the lives of the living and dies the dismal day-dreams of the dreary traveler. Rhymes in word and the rhythm of my rectifying pen rapidly recall raptures and revelations of my priors. Downfall of moral rites, time to fight the good fight. Atrocities committed by audacious animal pull for the powers that dim and dull the dieing flowers.