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BLEEDING ROSE

**KINDA FELT ANGRY ABOUT THINGS WRITING THIS**

EVERYTHING IS BLACK BUT THY ROSE
�IN FIELDS OF EDEN.
BLESSED FOR THE SKY AND RAIN THY SCORCHED SON

� � THE ROSE OF EDEN IS STILL THE SAME
BURN OF YOUR FLESH FROM CUTTING THE SPIKES FROM EDENS ROSE,
IN MY WISH, SHE WILL NOT CRY
HOW DARE YOU COVETT WITH WHICH YOU DON�T DESPAIR.
BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
IS NOW BLOOD ON MY HANDS
YOU ARE THE DOOMED WRECHED CREATURE,

� � HOLES IN THE FLOWER SHE NOW BLEEDS
HER WOUNDS WILL HEAL
AND YOU WILL FALL
PLUMITTING; THE FIRES GROW NEARER. �
SHE WAS HELPLESS, AS YOU ARE NOW

AND YOU WERE SELFISH.
AND SHE IS BEAUTIFUL.

� � �THE ROSE OF EDEN IS STILL THE SAME
I PIECRED YOUR EYES WITH THOSE SPIKES.
YOU NOW BLEED, YOU WILL CRY A DILUTED BLOOD.
NOW, EVERYTHING IS BLACK BUT THY ROSE IN FIELDS OF EDEN
AND SHE IS STILL THE SAME
AND SHE IS BEAUTIFUL.