To Die in a Garden of Flowers

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To die in a garden of flowers, you live in a trench

No one's going to lavish your grave with tears

of petals, if you never bothered to brandish

a sword and fight for something 

Thus spoke Zarathustra; you must count

every curse and meet her with an intimate

kiss, a lover on a journey up a mountain

It will end when you fall on your knees

Humbled, yet stronger 

In life there is the hissing rain, the wicked

winds of witches and the lonely black sky

which is infested with the howls of 

hungry wolves, ravenous ravens - all longing for flesh

and (I call that an opportunity) to embrace

Every single daunting task

is the impetus for daring

Every boulder we push,

we beat back the limit of our weaknesses

Be the knight that leaves the castle,

slays a dragon

To die in a garden of flowers