Misguided by being beautiful
The darkness of the forest bring its red roses to bloom
The darkness of the alleyways brings trash to raccons
The cold spring water brings life to the small koi
The cold streets of a torn city brings ammonia to a small boy
Common sense to run from a poachers gun
Common logic to run from gang related fun
The life of nature is hard and spiteful
But so are the streets , because life isn't brightful
'Misguided by being beautiful'
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