<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>(Purpose Poem) Can You Smell The Roses Now?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh can you smell the roses now. <br>Its just after sunset in a fairytale. <br>Dreams have been bent and molded. <br>Everything must fit and have its perfect little place. <br>For theirs no escape. <br>Trapped within. <br>A world full of sin. <br>It's our punishment in the form vengeance. <br>Redemption is out of our grasp. <br>So again I must laugh at the simple things <br>That make this life quaint. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh can you smells roses now? <br>Its just after sunset in a fairytale. <br>If the rain falls is that what we want? <br>The rules are ours. <br>Like children were still trying grasp the concept. <br>Every day thing changes, <br>But still at the root they are the same. <br>Some ambition, with some premonitions<br>and we build it, <br>like we always had the need. <br>Its not greed that we lust. <br>It a simple got to do something. <br>It's hard question to answer. <br>Why were we put here? <br>Is their something we must sacrifice? <br>Is their we must learn or teach? <br>Is their mark we must leave? <br>Fortune and fame backed by so many names. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh can you smell the rose now? <br>Just after sunset in another fairy tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ace+Of+Black+Hearts">Ace Of Black Hearts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338882" data-title="(Purpose Poem) Can You Smell The Roses Now? de Ace Of Black Hearts" data-description="Oh can you smell the roses now. Its just after sunset in a fairytale. Dreams have been bent and molded. Everything must fit and have its perfect little place. For theirs no escape. Trapped within. A world full of sin. It's our punishment in..."></div> </div> </div>

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