You don't have to make it perfect, But you sure can try your hardest before you die

Purple roses, bloom in march now. Why so glum dear? Have you forgot the fall

I have seen them all, chasing the ones inside the car

They will not escape, because according to faith

God will stop them, or kill them with nature bombs

Hurricane wind strikes the coast, killing thousands that won't boast

The devastation covers the land, turning structures into sand!

Into sand again...