To create is to escape
and now i see inside myself
a bastard with some cream
only to get it on a shelf
i cannot stand this blinding pain
and so i go and let myself
become enveloped in this game
regret and let it go and now i melt
There's flowers in the flower pots
played this little game
flower i now recognize
to put myself to shame
i do not give it up
or slip it in my mind
potted flower grow with power
and no one left behind
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