Chaos and Death
There are no
exceptions, not even
roses,
In life, everything
grows, withers and
dies...
Life is chaos, life
is choices,
Storms like chaos,
can race on the
sky...
From their remnants,
roses back rise,
As always, from the
death, life will
grow...
Like phoenix, from
the ashes, life
arise,
So feed the life,
let your blood just
flow...
Slit the wrist,
stare the mist, take
a last breath,
Death and chaos,
those make
everything
nourish...
Pay the price, get
your prize, embrace
the death,
Through the chaos
and death, all will
flourish...
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