In a world full of roses,

Be a thorn —

For I scorn

The ways of men.

Born

From dirt,

I grew in poverty —

A lottery

I lost

In heaven.

Gone

are my parents,

Left no inheritance.

I flowered,

Then soured

With age.

No one is safe.

No one is safe.

Death’s hollow eyes

Will find you.

No one is safe

No one is safe.

Look —

Right behind you.