Sorry little bug
Your highest good
Worthless in my eyes
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Flowers of Evil.
The flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
It was terribly afraid of the wind.
Nobody had ever seen it before, and it seemed to bloom.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
No one had seen it before, and it seemed to bloom.
“There’s no flower. There shouldn’t be a flower.”
Some were convinced it was so.
But they were wrong, and it was there.
No one had ever seen it.
It should be harsh to listen to.
A flower bloomed that should not have.
There it is, yes, there it is.
There it is.
The flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
It was terribly afraid of the wind.
Nobody had ever seen it before, and it bloomed.
Roses are red.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m a Schizophrenic
And so am I.
Sanity Is Overrated 