flowers are slow

Theres a seed on Satans lawn,
In the heat it grows so strong,
Eternal Anguish,
On this lawn where we belong,
Be cautious watch your step,
And dont awake the wrath and hate,
Dont fall behind,
Keep it up and tag along,
Theres no chance for escape,
From this the dark lords estate,
You better swallow your pride,
And accept your fate,
The poisoned soil of pain,
Keeps you confined in his domain,
Dont ever trust a snakes advise,
Bite the apple let the nightmares materialize!
See them suffer, hear them shriek,
Roses might be pretty, but theyre also weak,
The smell is sweet, but leaves a bitter taste,
Flowers are slow, ****s make haste,
Theres a seed on Satans lawn,
More powerful than any thorn,
It grows, apace,
and feeds on grief and mourn
Theres no way you can hide,
In this field of beezlebub,
You better get past your suburbia,
and join the club!