Degrade Flower

Eight famous heads

Hung on my belt

I start my march again

(Better degrade you flowers now)

Seven glamourous eyes

Shining in my faces

I am the winter of your world

Six forbidden tomes

I've studied for years

Three times they burnt in my heart

Five arms I've prepared

To paint the destruction

With flesh and blood on the wood

Four of fools I met

I told them perfect lies

I'm your most suitable truth

Three I'll raise to square

Signing it three times

And then you'll beg inverted

Two prisoners I'll release

Condemned at one

The only

Flower which will survive

Preying on myriad of bodies