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I think it's silly of me to compare Daughter of Evil to William, yk? (cuz it's about a French(Lucifenian) princess/queen who's 14 years old, and William is a British business man in the USA around his 20s-40s(or so) at least)
But it's for the rose with thorns metaphor yk?
“Yellow-Yellow / Golden Hare” (fan-song, inspired by Tango version & Jazz Waltz version of Daughter of Evil) — @raccoon-in-a-dumpster , @lets-ignore-that , @thesharktist , @blizzardstarx , @send-me-a-puffalope , @vomitpukey , @connectionterminated13 , @dannybobany & etc (another song I made! The lyrics are short(ish?) but I hope you all enjoy it! I actually really liked working on this one!)
Song: centered around William and his role / area of power he holds in this series.
A beautiful flower, a yellow rose to say, will make them sway and listen to its tune and words.
A beautiful flower, a yellow rose, the thorns covered by oh so cuddly fur and adorable - admirable - personality.
A beautiful flower, a yellow rose, oh how can you ever say no to him? Oh how can you ever say no to the nice bunny?
A beast in disguise. The man was the thorns that were hidden.
A beauty on the out. Rabbit so fun and funny.
It brought the children to a “paradise”.
It's funny to think that his friend was the beast. But they were ever false.
For it was really not true.
For the rabbit so fun and funny, was the true beast.
“Ah, ahahaha! — .... I always come back ....”
Yet they are still hypnotized by it.
The children of the dead, circling a wilting rose.
The weeds that they are, will never be grown into beautiful plants that they were wishing to be.
The wilting rose soon became like them.
Oh, the bright yellow of its petals soon turned into a disgusting green.
Just like the steam and root of it all. Just like how the man truly is.
That pretty rose, evil as it can be,
Brought them a never-ending cycle of rebirth.
A sight to be sure.
Oh, how it was beautiful but now it lasts to forever show,
How the bunny man was truly
Evil.
“Ah, ahahaha! — .... I always come back ....”
Ah, but he surely never wavered away.
He was a prideful man, everything he thought?
Oh he'll claim it all! This earth, your life.
It's all his.
It's what he finds worthy,
That he'll claim it for himself!
Oh hidden in the dark, his petals began to fall.
No longer holding the beauty of it from before.
A mouth that only drips with dread!
The bunny still, dancing in the gardens,
Of belonging to a bear.
The weeds continue to nurture his wish. . . Ah, the cries of them became his power.
The aches and echos, only meet when they intertwine each other.
Her heart was longing for what she had hoped to hear,
What she had hoped to be.
But, a scary gator came, from the waters in his mind
— and out it pulled on his strings,
“We need to see that smile of yours evaporate.”
Having gotten what he wished,
To hear those words.
All he could say back is:
“Ah, ahahahaha! —” in that picture-perfect voice from before, “ ...I always come back ....” ; quiet voice struggling.
An act in a show.
That's all this ever was to him.
Smile never dimmed,
Unfazed by this action of his bear.
Oh hidden in the dark, his petals began to fall.
Even though its beauty is enchantingly demure — he thought he was untouchable — his petals was ever not pure.
No longer holding the beauty of it from before.
The thorns say it all.
The plan to bring his tyranny to an end,
Was planned from the start and the moment his false hood,
Fell off.
The people rose all against the King.
Ran by the only one he has ever felt human by,
A grey man with a torch (clutched within his hands) leads them to bring it all down.
The thought of failure didn't scare him anymore!
“ ... you ! ... INSOLENT BRUTE!”
Oh hidden in the dark,
his evil petals began to drip.
A mouth that only drips with doom!
What was once a paradise —
A dream fit for a king, can't sustain him
As he shakes in the red chains.
A beautiful flower,
A yellow rose to say,
A sight of evil to see.
The thorns covered by
Oh
So
Cuddly ~ fur and adorable - admirable - personality.
In such vivid colors.
That pretty rose,
evil as it can be,
Oh,
The bright yellow of its petals soon turned into a disgusting green.
The wilting rose soon became like them.
Yet, she will not waiver.
They'll all rot, only to serve him more power.
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