Deception

Roses be red
Violets be purple
Lotuses be white
They seem to delight you
But mine are
Cruel and violent
In there way
With hearts of Cole
And the mind of a killer
Peddles like razor
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They seem more like
Venus fly traps
But with stone skin
With bones scattered about
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Ten feet tall they stand
In perfect bloody beauty
They watch and Move with you
Waiting for the moment to lash out
To grab and strangle the life away from you
For all beauty
Is not great
But more deceptive than
You may believe