When the world ends When time stops When the clock strikes zero When the bombs drop I hope they grow roses. I hope that the wreckage of our cities & our homes & our dumps All grow into flower fields Filled with roses. I hope everyone Full of passion & love Grow a rose in their place & I hope all those who caused this End up as a rotting, rich pile of disgrace. So Mother Nature, Accept our parting gift Fields of roses From those who Tore you to bits.
This is an original poem by me! please do not share without credit (to either @LURKER_BOYOO on Scratch or simply Finnian D)
