Golden flowers in full bloom,
The prettiest of all doom.
Buttercups among the innocent,
Pretty and poison will not repent.
Stem of thorns,
A goat with horns.
A cup if butter,
Filled with disaster.
Golden as the sun,
Playful and some fun.
Yellow, looks so mellow,
Not for a sick fellow.
Golden flowers used for tea,
Tears dropping, salty as the sea,
Determination fills my soul,
To give the monsters a surface whole.
Grief and despair in my parents,
The plan is not apparent.
The final blow,
Will make their blood flow!
Golden flowers are to blame,
Buttercups have scarred our name.
Dust that flows in the garden,
Every bit makes me feel my soul harden.
The magic of monsters are no use,
They break, they burn like a fuse.
A puppet with a soul of red is needed,
He would not listen when I pleaded.
Anger and hatred in place of determination,
My goal has changed to termination.
Ill torture, Ill kill for pleasure,
LOVE is what I treasure!
Tattered and in ruins,
Anger of ten *bruins.
Blame the golden flowers,
Blame their poisoning powers.
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