Shut your mouth already,

We've heard it plenty.

"I'm a rose! I'm a rose!"

Yes, pretty much everyone knows.

A sensitive little flower,

Who must remind us every waking hour,

Of your effeminate nature,

You little herb, I ate your

Soul and spat it out in disgust.

Stitch that mouth together if you must.

For if I hear you claim "I'm a rose." once again.

I'll take your life and put it to an end.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Daedalan, in the year 756 AF.