Rose in a bottle
A man met his afterlife
He asked ' why do the people hate me and love you?
Afterlife answered, 'I am a beautiful lie, while you are a bitter truth.
People love the comfort of lying in a cozy beanbag full of lies.'
Man was shocked, insults!
Afterlife continued, 'They love rose gardens
But they can walk over the roses
They can crush it, juice it
And then feel ecstatic at the smell of bottled rose
While even in the rarest of their dreams,
They never wish to place a foot on its thorn
Not when it is on the plant, not after it dry
It's not the garden you love
It's just the smell of rose'
'So?' asked the man
Afterlife smiled and said,
'Bottle the smell and forget the thorns,
There will always be a gardener
The keeper of the garden,
He shall clean them all'
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