The enlightened efflorescence


Pain is real, pain is good
but ever so often, misunderstood
In the garden of flowers, only are weeds
When all one looks for is a loyal steed

Severing the weed from the root
Save nothing else, but the truth
Why to cling on to poison?
Why go on with loathing, and treason?

We live in a world of hypocrisy
We live and prolong this shamed legacy
There is no room for truth and love
fortitude and frankness, is now heresy

The garden of flowers, is now barren
What is now hell, was once a haven
I’d rather live solo,  in a desert of storms
Then be surrounded by scorpions of various forms

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