Murderous Magical Flowers
A garden of lust, a magical dust
the wizdom of wizards, with just a touch...
Roses are red canaries are yellow
a mushroom boat in a sea of jello...
fields of magic that grow with imagine
a whole new world like my name was Aladdin...
Tasty and pasty with so much wonder
marshmallow dreams, the hunger im under...
So many flowers, so many colors
beautiful showers, beautiful lovers...
Given wings to search new dreams
borderline heaven, it is what it seems...
I fly in the garden's that are built like tower's
and eat the plants that give me the power...
Airplane trips to a fantasy so erratic
but some of the flowers are not so magic...
My plane has gone down, not found to be saved
now the only flowers i see, are the ones on my grave.
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