there once was a man who killed for fun day after day he killed under the sun the blood of his enemies fell on a flower which gave him such unique power however, that power caught up to him one day and took his breath away the power he stole from his enemies shared the only way to be free from his sorrow was to **** himself tomorrow the following day he went out to the field to throw his sword down and yield but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flower a type that he gave off such honor and power he said to himself, βi want my blood to flow over this flower, so i can be remembered foreverβ that day in the field, the man poured his blood over the flower and from that day forward, his blood is still soaked over the dainty flower