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Sick Flowers
I heard the flowers whisper
While you were lovingly asleep
Dying, dreaming tales of madness
While the deep water stirred
The moon looked in and smiled
You were peacefully wrapped in sheets
Petals moved graciously up and down
Weird tales of the black yonder
Where sharp blades are turned
Where blood flows but no one sees
Of Brothers and Sisters in an empty field
Tell me you are not alone here
Smothered in sick smelling flowers
Now and in the glass church
The church gave you promises
But you don't need them now
Flowers to burn, flowers to kiss
The wild tales keep coming
Centuries of pain and madness
While you just calmly watched
Now it's time to join the flowers
You got a tale to tell
All I remember
Are the flowers on the floor
And you cold in the bed