You don't have to make it perfect, But you sure can try your hardest before you die
Purple roses, bloom in march now. Why so glum dear? Have you forgot the fall
I have seen them all, chasing the ones inside the car
They will not escape, because according to faith
God will stop them, or k** them with nature bombs
Hurricane wind strikes the coast, k**ing thousands that won't boast
The devastation covers the land, turning structures into sand!
Into sand again...