Sometimes, I think, I don’t deserve a white rose
for being orphaned out of everything I cherish.
You know, the manifestation of pain from defeat
is only the tribulation of the ordinary folk, the real
heroes feel the triumph in their establishment in
bravery in times of defeat. Every defeat is a clarion
call to take up the purpose sometime in posterity!
No matter if there needs to be taken time off for
recuperation. Even the bravest souls need to take
a break for breath. I just don’t think I want to be
underwater, even if I don’t think I relish my fires to
be stolen or relinquished! Why do I deserve a white rose?
It is the treacherous ones who deserve the infamy, not me!
Those who have lost their soul, have lost everything!
I could have lost everything, but not my soul!
If you think connivance is victory, than be blessed with shame!
Even if you don’t have the conscience to reflect on it!
I am not defeated by the constant chicanery! There is no
grief of loss to a humongous connivance that makes everything
I love alien to myself, by their compliance with treachery!
I have my sacredness! There is an antiquated ancestral flow
in me that makes my desert of defeat and self-destruction an
oasis in glory. Gullibility, to my knowledge, is no perversion, the
act of deceit is. I am a swellpride in my honest discretion,
not a sinkhole that the conniving powers that seek to control me
wish me to be. My soul inevitably shouts: Shame on them! Shame on them!
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