'What is it anyway?'

'Oh, wow, I thought you'd never speak.'

'Answer me today!'

'It's human flesh and you reek!'

How humans get so caught up in the act they forget to question,

the devil captures each of their attention

with hypnotic euphony.

Ear-robbing symphony.

But they turn to God to repent

as they should,

and grow back into lilies with scent

like you could

if you're sprinkled with black pepper like a carmina plant.

Like most of us, the ones that aren't seeds but plants.

Let us all bloom,

grow,

grow to reach the heavens,

as some of our petals fall

into hell

and the past.

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ద ద 𖦊 ꪉ 𐀔 𐃸 ద 𖦊 ʊ

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༒ ༒ ᜊ ༒ ༒ ༒

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