Bloody rose
- chris
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Oh come bloody rose.
your pureity in its death rolls.
as your vines grow.
for all the show and bold.
you are just cold and slow.
you vines creep into my veins.
they fill me with such pain.
forsworn i have slain hell
you can smell the demons
for which i have killed
i have spilled much blood
for the rose had none .
now it has a village worth.
to satisfy it's thirst.
corresed by your smell.
i fell to my knees.
and gave into my demonic disease.
your pureity in its death rolls.
as your vines grow.
for all the show and bold.
you are just cold and slow.
you vines creep into my veins.
they fill me with such pain.
forsworn i have slain hell
you can smell the demons
for which i have killed
i have spilled much blood
for the rose had none .
now it has a village worth.
to satisfy it's thirst.
corresed by your smell.
i fell to my knees.
and gave into my demonic disease.
- chris