War, sounds a bit old

Some turn into a dogface,
And some other people fight against.

Tears,
A white man apart,
Like a dead and bitter star.

Scent,
The ocean of tulips,
And the fumelike one ounce green.

Wrote a line,
In the cloudy nite.
It was about this lead crystal rite.

The fairy,
Lends its tale,
For the instant messaging app.

Talk to some gentle people there,
Flowers in your hair!