Rose! Proud be not. They say," you are
as pure as the truth”, but I refute, an emblem
of infidelity you are. You must have had an
orgasm with diverse insects and bees in
your garden, a natural brothel, but yet they
narrate the vows of your chastity and offer
you to the deity. Listen to me world, listen
to the voices of my soul, recline not people,
if roses are pure……… so are the whores.