Cruel red rose of shy distaste,
Blooming for the human race.
You grow to heaven, shades of white,
As angels see in eternal light.
Alas the devil fell, to the heat of hell,
And sanctity not bestowed,
Anchored in the mind exposed.
Heaven sank, as far as dank.
On the world the earth to rise,
Beyond the breath of nor despise.
As virgins sing in choirs of saints,
Of heavens paint.
Bring me love, death and silence.
Beckoning the violence.
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I feel discontent with this poem as a theme. Yet there seems hope in the end. Well done
nicely done
Thank you again for reading
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