Disclaimer: I do not own Megurine Luka or Vocaloid.
A/N: Inspired from the Evil Series. The purple haired minister is supposed to be Gakupo by the way. In lyrical form.
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A long, long time ago
In the country of green where plots swirl
The one who always saw cruel truths was
A merchant lady with hair spun of pink
Visiting the kingdom of yellow one day had
Witnessed the separating of the two pitiful twins
And by threat of the purple minister
Was sworn into secrecy
Man of green tells her of his plot
It was to use his own daughter for sacrifice
To start the revolution against the evil kingdom
With an unsettled heart she agrees to help
"Ah...I understand"
Evil flower blooms daintily
With forced colorations
For pitiful ambitions around
Decaying off becoming dust
The merchant lady soon becomes rich
Her two new servants were daughters of green and white
Inviting the prince of blue to a banquet
She had sealed the fate of green and blue
In the background she watches with heavy heart
The farce plot of fixed harmony takes way
And knowing the prince's rejection of yellow's princess
She says in weary hush
"Please someone stop this"
Numerous of houses burned down
Numerous lives going out
The death of her green haired servant
She cannot prevent
"Please forgive me"
Evil flower blooms daintily
In horrified colorations
The fixed harvest of flowers is
Oh, overhanging beyond her reach
In order to stop the madness
The lady merchant goes to the prince of blue
She is the first to tell him the truth
And with a desperate plea sends him to the army of red
The princess's reign is quickly put to end
Her death would be when the church bell strikes three
And it was there in the crowd that the merchant lady saw
The purple haired minister of the evil kingdom
"It was you all along!"
Evil flower, blooms daintily
In mournful coloration
Even though everything was over
Ah, she is too filled with truth she cannot smile
A long, long time ago
In a kingdom rotten to the extreme
A revolution by the fallen country
A merchant lady knew the truth
Taking the minister under her wing
For no one would believe his crimes
It is at the juniper tree were she sees
The prince of blue hanging from a rope
They bury his body next to his love
The daughter of green who had been the sacrifice
Together now in nirvana they were
But it was the merchant lady who would now bear heavy truths
"Ah...I understand "
Evil flower scatters daintily
In vivid coloration
The people of later day will not know
Oh, that it was the merchant lady who saw it all
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