In a beautiful world,
a beautiful world masked with fear
and cloaked in darkness
and hate and the very thing
that sucks up life.
Where is the beauty in this beautiful world?
In the rose...the rose 
The rose that tries to rise
above everything else
but the glimmer is fading
and the petals are wilting
they are falling...
wafting toward the darkness of the floor.
There are hands that try to catch them
they fall through.
they are torn by the fingers.
they do not want to be caught.
And the rose becomes barer.
and its thorns become more bloodthirsty.
And they prick all the hands that try to replant it
the thorns take the rose over.
and suddenly the red velvet petals are no longer visible.
And the thorn bush 
fades into the darkness.
Stop it someone stop it!
PLEASE!