Flowers are beautiful.
Not just in their appearance.
Each flower has a meaning,
Meanings unique to each one.

Flowers smell nice and look nice.
However, if you get too close they can hurt.
That's why they're put away in a vase, for viewing.
Look, don't touch.

However, all nice things must come to an end.
Flowers will wither away, much like a human.
However, you can always grow them again.
Flowers are easily replaceable.

Sometimes I hate flowers.
They're everything a human isn't.
You can't **** a person and grow one back.
You can't wither away and become a decoration.

Humans can't be put away, only to view.
Even the most beautiful flowers will hurt you.
Because you let them out of the vase.
I envy flowers, in some way.

Pick me up and spin me around.
Not too tightly, or you'll cut yourself.
Smell me, lean in and tell me I'm pretty.
Then when I wither, scatter me across the sea.

She stands in the midst of a vast meadow
A wind blows gently, it doesn't phase the widow
Only the rustling of the grass and flowers can be heard
Not a single creature lives here, the widow is alone

Before her stands a tall archway made of sunflowers
Each flower spiralling around one another in unity
To form two curved pillars that interlock at the top
It is a portal to an alternate reality: A gate

The widow has known about this structure for some time
She has examined it from every possible angle
But she has never entered it
She does not know what lies beyond, or if she can ever return

Finally, the widow decides to explore the world beyond the gate
She gathers her wits and steps underneath the interlocked pillars
To be greeted by a world that is not too much different from her own
But as she turns around, she sees that the world is engulfed in flames

You started your journey
                    (You started your journey)
Towards a bright future
                (Tried to have a bright future)
As you walk forward
               (As you tried to walk forward)
You met hurdles
                     (You met hurdles)

You had a breakdown
                      (You had a breakdown)
It seems that you lost already
                      (You lost already)
You fought alone
                       (You fought alone)
Overcoming it with your own strength
                       (Nobody can help you)

Soon, you will reach halfway
               (Soon, you will reach halfway)
Toward your goal
               (Toward your goal)
You made it this far, congrats!
               (The goal is still far away)
Keep it up, you can do it!
               (Can you make it to the end?)


Believe in yourself.
                       (Question yourself.)

I stand tall on a pillar of bones
And I look towards the sky
As magnificent wings tear open my back
Emerging from my spine
The splendour of these white feathers
That I have been gifted for my efforts
I will cherish them greatly
For they are my new pride and joy

I spread my wings and look down
These bones I stand proudly on
The lives I've sacrificed for my lord
I did everything I had to for this gift
I have slaughtered my enemies
I have slaughtered my friends
I have even slaughtered my family
All for the glory of my lord

I have assembled this tower of bones
So I can become closer to my lord
So I can bask in his grace
So I too can become a god
To swim through the skies
And be free of the horrors of down below
No sacrifice was too great for this moment
I have finally broken free

I throw my body off of my pillar
With my wings spread, I glide
I soar through the skies with pride
I flap my wings and begin to ascend
But I notice that my wings start to feel heavy
They start to grow stiff
My wings are turning to stone...
My wings are turning to stone!

Please, my lord, why is this happening!?
I did everything for you!
I gave you my entire life!
Please, please, please, let me fly!
I don't want to fall!
I don't want to fall!
I don't want to fall!
I don't want to...

Regardless of my begging
I plummet towards the ground
Engulfed in a ball of flames
I am an angel of stone
Sent down to the ground so soft
My impact will bring holy fire
I am the divine intervention
To bring an end to those who walk the same path I did.

Each and every of us is a story
Story in my life
We never met physically
But we're family

We all weave our separate stories
But from a distance they are one
We all come from different places in this world
But in this screen we are one

Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being my family
Thank you for being my happy memories
Thank you for being my life.

Grab a feather
                                            Open your soul.

Grab some paper
                                         Make it your own.

And a small feather
                                             Shall be a brush,

And a small paper
                                        Your poems' canvas.

Smog lingers in the streets
Neon lights flicker to trip hop beats
Tears of the homeless pool around the people's feet
The alleys are chock full of perverts and creeps

These people have never even seen the sun
The only ones who have are on the run
Only to be killed by the gun
By the ones who find no elegance in fun

A chain link fence surrounds a complex
Developed to promote society's prospects
Through the act of turning victims into objects
Enslaving them to work on the government's projects

The prisoners are fed soggy biscuits
And can only hear the sounds of artificial crickets
Forced to work just to see something explicit
The only thing left that can raise their spirits

The dense forests and ragged hills were still on this eve,
Their inhabitants silent as the chill north-wind blew in,
This coming torrent would be a force all would receive,
This frigid embrace would soak all bark, fur, and skin.

Trees crying as their limbs tore, whipping to and fro,
The woodland creatures scurrying back to their holes,
Great flashes of lightning would illuminate the high plateaus,
Blossoms blown away to the darkness, howling winds claiming souls.

Firm and resolute earth turned softhearted and weak,
The downpour snuffing out every disparaging notion,
Quickly doing away with the timid and meek,
It caressed all equally in these ceaseless motions.

She tore lightning across the canopy of Earth,
Flames leaping to life, only to be snuffed out a moment later,
This cycle endlessly repeating, death and birth,
Until we all felt the shadow of this savage conciliator.

Bis wir alle von diesem grausamen Schlichter bedeckt waren.