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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. . แ›Ÿแšพ La Vรถlva Creates ยฉ

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