on a faraway wasteland past all plagued oceans of greed no words will survive beyond bitterness and animosity a rose of a beauty not sure if it‘s possibly real but can‘t you see can‘t you feel the pureness embracing this seed many sought few have found and have touched her they never returned as their lustful claws touched the pure stem their filthy fingers burned troops of the envious moved closer surrounding the field now skin flesh and bones vaporize and the tanks start to melt can‘t you see, this rose she has found the piece to complete her frustrating exile instead of the peace he was supposed to bring he‘s brought enough courage to touch her they‘re both gonna pay