rose of sins
Blooming amidst the Land of Dead
Among those deadly poison thorns
In a long God forsaken place
A land where no life survives
Non but the Devil's vines
And a single crimson rose
Never withering, never fading
It's always there
Hidden among those thorns
Blooming at it's peak of beauty
When the new moon is shining bright
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