Hidden

As blossoms fill the sky, and bees return.
That over sweet stench wafts into my nose.
Some find it pleasurable, but for me it is sinister.
It hides the rot of the world.
I prefer when leaves fall and die.
They show what this existence truly is.
The spring time is full of sin.
It hides man’s evil.
When everything is so beautiful, those flowers mask the darkness.
I live for the decay, for that is what we all create.
Fear that what brings you joy, and relish in death.

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