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I take my pain and transform it into pleasure
For there is a price to pay for every luxury and leisure
Without losing a part of me
How will I see heaven?
For there is always a price to pay
For food, you must first shed the blood of a raven
This world will turn every dust to gold
But it will burn you alive, leaving you numb and cold
Hellfire and snowstorms you must have to endure
You can only fight, you must, for there is no other cure
Those wings laced on your back
So ivory, so white
This world will strip you naked
Drape your feathers in blood, kill you with every bite
That stardust that shone your eyes away
Will leave you blind and lead you astray
The loyalty of blood demands every inch
To own a castle, you must abandon your ditch
You can not be an angel and desire to live in hell
To sit at the throne, you must first escape your cell
You must sell your soul to the devil
You must learn how to bend
To become the king of kings
Your head should adorn a symbol of end
Your crown must be studded with jewels
Not for every heart you must have once mended
But what it should symbolize, every studded jewel
Is every single life you must have once ended
They ask for a battle
You must swear to give them war
Or you could sit back and relax
Enjoy from afar
But you don't become legends
By sitting on leaves like dew
You must rain like hell
You must tear
Far more than you can sew
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1.1 || Floraison
Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
