Flowers in Hell

That place of fright that fear is a might. We live in the blight of all our own maze. Blaze our minds and raise our hills.

Glass and steel given out hatred mills to a place given all still.

Lights flicker and dance to our endless trance.

It’s a glance from a uncommon fellow to sell all out bellows.

Flowers in hell. Bloom just as well.

I see that they are actually a thing that we do sing. In the mind there are horrors of fright and such a sights. Internal demons just as big as external demands.

When will we realize that nature doesn’t care?

Flowers in hell, bloom just as well.

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