Red Rose
In wide, barren land,
Shines a red rose fresh,
Everywhere eyes sees is sand,
With few spots of rotten flesh.
The rose cannot be reached,
As we draw closer unblessed,
It is farther and sealed,
The worlds jewel best.
The only ray of sunly light,
Shines on its beautiful bloom,
Everything else already died,
We embreced the holy doom.
And the beautiful rose grows,
Draws its life from flesh,
Of rotten human corpse,
Among the smelly trash.
To touch this silky flower,
Is to embrace the hell,
This is the corrupt power,
Watered from poisoned well.
Hey human — look down from thy holy throne,
The time is not into stone set,
Bow thy head, bearing heavy golden crown,
The present we give is future we’ll get.