What’s that little rose?
That small seed floating through the air…
I’m having a bad feeling about that!
I wonder if…
The feeling I’m having
Since that day
When that strange Seed
Cross my way
I didn’t saw
The place she landed
But the dark covers
Where her journey ended
Since the day
Of that awful sight
The Earth became sick
And lost her bright
From what I feel
From what I see
Nothing will be the same
It has become, it will be…
That bad seed
It’s now spreading thorns
She is now a flower
Making all animals ran off
As I now remember
Those anguish days
I stand here lying down
With thorns around my veins
Earth please help me
I have thorns around me
I see you crying
Sorry mother for I’m dying
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