12 July 2009
See them suffer, hear them shriek, Roses might be pretty, but they're also weak, The smell is sweet, but leaves a bitter taste, Flowers are slow, weeds make haste
There's a seed on Satan's lawn, In the heat it grows so strong, Eternal Anguish, On this lawn where we belong
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