I know it's long, but when you start to read it you wont even notice and you wont stop untill it's finished, you have to read it all to understand the concept of the poem anyways
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See if you can catch the twist at the end
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A Wilted Rose (the story of life)

The Garden of Eden, a horizon composed of marmalade and crimson skies
Floating atop where a wilted crimson rose lies
The sun florescent enough to burn one's eyes
A subtle fragrance of paradise permeates the holy spot
Carried alongside a humble whisper, reiterating, “she loves me, she loves me not”
Plucked petals loll harmony with the lush green grass
Adjacent to the path that leads to where lies and feeble minds once clashed
But alas, resisting temptation is an all too difficult task
And those who know all power, know power to see beyond the masked
But an innocent wilted red rose can hardly grasp the reality of the past
A witness to the devil's lies, and not to its own surprise
A witness to Adam bearing taste to the forbidden fruit
The sweet taste of knowledge… the foretaste of eternal youth
Yet the bitter taste of betrayal was the consequential truth
Feasibly the wrong rib loosened from thy breast
Nevertheless, such knowledge to men was never meant
Thus the ultimate punishment was far worse then death…
In the garden, in the center of the white roses, the final judgment was heard
Cowardliness of men lead to dishonesty, and so disloyalty once again occurred
Fissures erupted from the earth, breaking the bind of serenity and peace
Forsaking the once, perfectly, harmonious tranquility
The ancestors of men damned our once respectable race
And now we know dishonesty as an all too familiar face
Gambling, murder, robbery, we shunned the will of the Lord
And if it wasn’t already realized, we are the fallen angels, hell's horde
Captive in this life of strife, and yet poverty doesn’t bother me
The rich just sell out each other to increase profit of their own royalties
It was said by God, there is no such of those who are evil
They are merely like straw blown by the wind
Guided by sin, but this is how life is, this was our punishment
Cars, jobs, money, the devil's poison that presses thoughts away from the truth
Some may be led to believe in life, you work, retire, then die, but others refuse
Most men don’t bother to even ponder the real meaning of life
And so we stay ignorant and deprived, living a constant lie
Yet sometimes the truths can be a lie, and lies can be the truth
Lies are my eyes, my trusted guide through life
Because the reality is, the truth is what really keeps you blind
Things are never what they seem, and what something seems to be, is nothing at all
I seek the truth in the lies and the lies in the truth
And I will be one of the few to conclude life in paradise when the world falls
The wilted red rose, has heard all the pleas and cries
The rose that once stood beside a group of flourished white brothers
Blended in with the rest, too difficult to tell one from the other
And these white roses signified man's once clean slate
Until the spill of Adam and the Christ’s blood changed our fate
Stained the middle white rose, and so one was painted red
And not two men, but all men have bled upon it
Bleached by the sin filled blood of the dead
Everyday it wilts with age, corresponding to time with earth, heaven, and hell
And when it finally wilts to death, the world will be dead as well
But things are never what they seem, and what something seems to be, is nothing at all
A wilted red rose, the only that stands out amongst the white
And so I stand out, as the most beautiful of all

FEATURED,overlooked this one..NICE JOB~fluid