A sideshow of chaos

And a black rose sent as a warning

Tis a fine line that traces a deep crimson heart

Decayed rotten and struck down by the hand of fate

Rest now sweetness

For there is anger in these hands still

Destroy the sender of the rose

And wait till the day all shall see

The beauty that was molded from sheer misery.

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