I touched the flower
And ruined its petals
I played with its colours
Enjoyed the sound of metals
I stole away its scent
And left it stark naked
I have a ruthless heart
Emotionless and wicked
I killed the beauty
Held in an innocent life
I am the destroyer born
To spread blood and strife
I crushed the flower
Let it burn in the dust
I know no love and peace
I don't have faith and trust
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