GLORY & DEATH

Reborn From Pain as a child from a womb
Transported to the new world,

This is true, there's no lie, no deception,

This is the new Rose

Smell, Species, Form, Color,

Free to Shift from one existence to another,
Like the wind transcending time, beyond the river

Here is the true Ghost, flying to a higher level,
The new rising soul trying to escape from this cage

Returning to the Source.

INHALE, EXHALE

The Rose in your brain emerges to the fore,
overwhelms your sorrow

Carried by the ebb tide,
The coldness annihilates your pain

Red Rose in Bloom

Seperate the body from the mind,
The final scene, the only way, everything falls apart

Fears are faced, time has arrived :
Death is better than dishonor