crown

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There's someone in the garden. A few weeks ago they left me a note; saying that I should stop hurting them (when all I do is tending my garden, oh and also, they've tried to kill some flowers). I don't know when they've arrived, but now I've wounded again, and let's have a talk with them. Because words on this mind can clear the blockage in our path. 

I'm with a sword, and they've stood with an army of masked guards. They've dressed in shadow, despair and cold. The light in me shines, as well as the garden. I can feel the vibration from the ground, I can feel the garden's anger. It said- 'who? who would dare to hurt you?' -to the fainted flowers.

And now my words can glow, and so I've stood and said;

the harm you cause isn't as big as the queen's work on me

there isn't any part of me that you 'heal'

all I saw is you, painting me with your weaknesses

even with thousand rare diamonds around you

even with million maids and butler to serve you

even with more than ten lovers to be with you

nothing will satisfy a human, who forgot its existence

a disease to cure, a wound to tend,

you think every human has to be  smooth and silky

without a scratch, inside and out

same colors and intensity,

you think every human has to be in the same tone

I know you'd say "no, I'm not like that, I never do that"

but really, I'm not talking about you,

it's a sickening mind that filled with jealousy,

something that made you never satisfied,

even with anything and everything

go on, you can tell everyone about how much of a villain that I am

but this isn't a man-made, this path isn't a man-made

who do you think will be the judge?

there's a greater power than any king and queen in this land

even them is just a mere-being

tell me, how can you even learn?

you never listen, don't you?

how many realities that you've denied?

don't you realize, you've become like everyone else?

those who swim away from its core, and becoming less than a human