Why do you think it's born?
Think sensible for it's too
A life like you.
Was a bud once, now a blossom
Gonna age, droop and
Finally fall apart.
Provided it is let to live it's
Full span, by plucking not
Strangling it's neck
And dissecting it's body into pieces
Beastly eating it's tender life.
Why do you think it's born?
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Great sense of vicious life cycle and predatory victory over a gentle bud.