⊕ 𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖘

You can be all iridescent
 For it what makes us
 All shining with uniqueness
 We can all be different
 But you cannot capture irridescency
 And claim it as your own
 .
 Don't come here
 To drag your blemish foul cloth
 Tarnishing the very colors of the fabric
 In which is woven the rainbows and the flowers
 Which drape the earthlings coats for centuries
 .
 Leave the children's innocence to bloom
 Let them thrive and grow out from this room
 Let them understand their true colors
 .
 You come with your fake-ass smile
 With an ambition that is vile
 From the depths of your artificial grin
 A facade of counterfeit skin
 Beneath your whimsical and playful nature in the company of your kin
 .
 Like a hog breaking into the garden
 The grounds of fragile innocence
 You trampled on carelessly
 Like a vandal, defacing a masterpiece
 Stealthily, you try to smear and shatter it
 You wrapped yourself in a deceptive charade
 .
 You desiccated their pretty and fresh petals
 Of radiant candor that you wish you had
 You traded-off the whole blossom for a bastardized abysmal imitation
 Of melancholy and doubt
 You slyly induced their roots
 Infested their stems with a web of deceit
 You fed them your tainted waters
 Drained their inborn authenticity
 .
 Each blossom, interrupted
 Guided to self-sabotage
 Permanently halted
 Forever premature
 .
 Like a struggling flower
 Wilting away
 Whose delicate roots
 Did not yet grow deep enough
 To sustain itself
 To endure the droughts of life
  .
 Their tomorrow
 Robbed by the innahilation of yesterday
 With nothing to sow
 .
 Now stunted and withered
 Its sole true color's fading away
 Soon will succumb in decay
 .
 One by one, they fall to rot
 Within your field of lies
 They're caught
 Forever wasted
 and unfulfilled
 Their most beautiful hues
 Were not yours to use
 .
 Their authentic nature
 You did lure
 Vibrant and real
 Not a commodity for you to steal
 .
 Sacrificed at your behest
 Their once genuine souls
 Forever they will lose
 You can hear it from their silent cries
 That's how a flower dies
 .
 Don't kill the daisies.
 Leave our children alone.
 .
 Daisies are precious just like the children as they're the symbol of innocence and purity.
 .
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