The fate of the entire Universe hangs on this blood-red rose.

[Crimson]

Fallen from the sky like a rocket, shattered into the earth's crust.

[Crimson]

Responsible for death and destruction all around.

A deafening blast followed by a hiss remembered forever.

An oppression of the spirit

Screams and shouts become fear and anguish.

[A blood-red rose]

Sprouts in a small meadow.

Grows in the middle of the road.

Seems harmless to every passerby.

Screams generated by chaos end in deafening silence.

A disturbing silence, like the calm before the storm.

An oppression of the spirit

Screams and shouts become fear and anguish.

This flower serves as the center of gravity of the entire cosmos,

Grown by chance on our unfortunate earth.

Grown in turn by humans fueled by contempt for the value of life.

Poor fools who suck and squeeze the lifeblood of our planet until they break.

A smiling child watches a fly tearing its wings off.

Crimson

Red King