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Flower in hell 

The flower the flower that can speak, the flower  the flower that can hate. Who can love someone who hates?  But she speaks, and I have a black flower from the grave that I hate.  I know why you hate and I promise death is mine as you wish it could be. And she smiles she smiles like the sun but weak, and she forgets me. 


The world the world can death love the world? people and people run away from the world. The boy can't think of such things, the boy doesn't flee but stays. He saw the girl who would lie, in the meadow where she always came for she loves. she held on to a flower of an eye that she just loves. I saw I saw how the flower loves, In its vain. The flower withered and she libel, and the flower became a sorrow. But the boy understood the flower's sorrow, but could do nothing. But the girl speaks, and I have a black flower from the grave that I hate. And the flower dies for gone. And everything turns to gray. And she wanders to find new to destroy so that hate can hate.

Stomp let the blood fall, and in the hill it shall fall.  I said stomp, let the blood fall! I looked down with that grin I saw the flowers' cry, They said, let not death come upon us now, I laugh I trample I stomp let your life be cast down now! She ran as she won and kicked and stomped and blushed the fall of the hill of blood.

I among dead flowers, I among dead memories. Why am I here? Why am I here?  When no one is here? 
As if life is not here. 
But who cares when no one is here. 
Just lie still. 
Until you came along. 
You said, why should the flower from the grave be here?
 flower flower, am I your flower? Or am I a dead flower? 
And she answers. Yes, you, and weep not, for we shall live


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The flower in hell

If the world ends, it will be because of one thing. If I don't kill the one friend I care most about the world won't end. She told me she could come back after she died, and she did. She told me it wasn't my fault, and everything will be fine. I don't feel good. The world is too sick for such jokes. All I want is to go back where I used to remember, that summer.




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