French for Cartridge - Roses

All my tulips
All my beauties
Never mind the pesticides
You smell sweet my little cuties
We don't taste the nasty stuff

Grow my roses
Out of nothing
In this soil of greed and love
You stand tall above the railings
But nothing leaves this garden grove

Smell my flowers
Eat their poison
Once or twice will be enough
Flush your gut out
Clean the courtyard
Erase all trace of human heart

Try my lilies
Taste their sweetness
In this forest on the hill
Shine o moon
On all my flowers
As I crush more golden pills

Written by:
Catherine Kontz

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