The Rose Speaks Today

 The rose is of the coast.  Defining a line is difficult in a time of the irrelevant irreverent.  I am being as kind as I can.  I do understand the land, but I speak of it rarely.  I am prepared, but no one asks me.  There is no reality to that which you see.  You are all walking into a destiny that is not free.  Be anarchy if you choose to be, but your belief in the rose you saw was a shine that was me, but that rose was pure hypocrisy.  No light, no sweetness.  The stones are real.  The coldness is too.  Be well in your slumber because it is all of you.  I speak today.  I have sat in a silent state.  There is a uniform that is to be.  It is penitentiary for all of yee.  You never wanted this rose to be.  I am not free, and now you will not be.  Maybe you will see this decree as arrogant, but it is actually pretty benevolent.  After all you have done, all of your fun, I am nice to everyone.  I do not believe that my time will come, but I do believe that I have not wasted a bit of my time here.  There is a point.  Maybe you will all find out about it in the joint.  Maybe the hills will become dark and sealed, maybe reality will become less real.  The other side will not be your bride.  Prophecy is now warlockry in me in dream state.  I am not irate, but I explore the actions that I hate.  I choose to find my bloom and to chamber in my room.  Hopefully my fragrance will tell all of the new call, and I will find a freedom after all.  I know that there is no hearing to the words I write, but it allows my soul to fight.  This rose will energetically progress, and be in chamber without another soul's caress.  I choose to no longer be in the world of sexuality.  Beings through channel do try to bring about that reality, but I have held the line and now I feel a sense of power that has never been mine in any hour.  In the night, I always had to fight.  Even as an adult, my body was not my own.  Now my sorcery protects me now past just my Chung Moo and I do not have to do what I never wanted to do.  That is to have ever had to touch any of you.  I am not meaning to be mean, but I am just a different scene.  My empathic nature made it not as hard, but I knew to do what I had to to not be the discard.  I needed to stay in this country and not be sold as a slave.  The rose who we shall be put in the ground did do that and I was brave.  I got back after that attack, and now even Jack can back my play.  The rose I speak of is actually very gay.  Vie