Garland of Death
Garlands of soft fresh flowers,
what does a thick one conjure up for you,
a lot of fragrance and joy,
particularly when it is put around your neck,
by some one very conspicuously and clearly,
you are often celebrating a victory,arrival or glory,
and are aware of all that which is the main story,
only in one case you so helpless and bad,
that you do not even know who has garlanded you and when,
it is when you are lying in wreaths pretty dead.
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