• The Deathly Beauty

    A water droplet fell off the flower
    And onto the moist, dark ground.

    The everlasting rain fills the dirt,
    As the clouds cry with misery.

    'Oh, the terror of them all!
    Oh, the deathly beauty that you humans call life!'

    The clouds in the sky
    And the Gods in the clouds raged.

    The flower straightens,
    As if smirking with accomplishment.

    Another life taken,
    Another life created.

    Another life ruined,
    Another life shredded.

    All is the fault of this.
    All is because of this.

    Life is a flower--
    A beautiful flower.

    It is planted,
    And slowly it grows.

    Slowly it blooms and blossoms with beauty
    And create happiness and pleasure.

    But slowly, and all around,
    It droops and welts and falls onto the ground.

    Life is a flower.
    The Flower of Death, Misery, and Life Itself