Tis my English heritage that offers a white shrub named Lily.
Starlike flower soft and sweet many wanting the love and purity she supposedly brings but those fail for if no heart inside to start no pure love will come your way think about another one maybe rose thorny sour bitter red like blood coming from your palms
Christ herself lineage forever bewildering
Expressly feminine we think yet not overly so Lili and Liliana speak of doom crashing walls deadly thunder entering elegant Nerium Oleander, watch as it blossoms creamy white toxic sap spewing spouting poisonous and lethal plants
You came for the bouquet left alone in heathen hole with a killer