Blossoms of the cherry trees
are spreading in the land
You are fighting your demon
with your pen in your hand,
The depth of your language
the depth of your words
Contrued to fool
without any remorse
Only beauty is visible
to the innocent eye
To the wisened up its a sword
aimed against the sky
Thousand angels will come
crashing down and defeat you
Against the filth that you write
The toxic bile that you spew
The heaven will prevent
your pieces to be moved
Even a phyrric victory
certainly won't be approved.
Surrender your ego,
to the omnipotent right now
You aren't a god,
but simply a sow
The petals that fell
They will grow over the plain
Whatever you wished
Nothing of it will remain
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