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Another night in the garden of evil

Where all the strange flowers blossom in darkness

A smell the flower of baneful memories

Things I've done and things I didn't

Tormenting thoughts forever returning

Bitter nectar oozing from the flower of vengeance

Blood red eyes and the will to kill

A never quenching thirst

And there is a black sparkling one

The most beautiful, still the most sinister

The one that can demolish your very existence

That is the flower of dead hopes