As the lily slowly withers
Gathering ants make their move
Your faceless venom
Mixes with this tainted blood

There is not much left to do
I'll have to lacerate these ties
I hope you're happy
Observed through the ant's eyes

Hold on
For the cruelties of this world
When you least expect it

Fallen petals form a pattern
The disgrace of being weak
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I will pluck this lily by its roots

Fallen petals form a pattern
The disgrace of being weak
Was caused by you
I will pluck this lily by its roots

DEATH SORROW
FILTHY LILY