Life itself

It is time to disseminate the seeds
The seeds of the future

Here fabrication the hang about of a outlook sown by heedlessness and greed
The flaccid relics of could you repeat that? might take been the for the most part vital of roses

You prayed me dead, but I became transfixed on life
Even in the shadows, the brightness prevails

Now budding , the crown of triumph is reachable
No have a bearing the quantity of sack and frost you perplex at me, my roots are deep

Nothing you organize tin prohibit me.

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