Chaos and death

There are no exceptions, not even roses, in life, everything grow, wither and die...

Life is a chaos, life is choices, storms like chaos, can race on the sky...

From their remnants, roses back rise, always, from the death life will grow....

Like phoenix, for the ashes, life arise, so feed the life, let you blood just flow...

Slit the wrist, stare the mist, take a last breath, death and chaos, those make everything nourish...

Pay the price, get your prise, embrace the death, through the chaos and death, all will flourish....