There are no expectations, 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 death, life will grow...
Life phoenix, from the ashes, life arise,
So feed the life, let your blood just flow...
Slit the wrists, stare the mist, take a last
breath,
death and chaos, those make everything
nourish...
Pay the price, get your prize, embrace
the death,
through chaos and death, all will
flourish...
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