Oh what a pretty little flower you are, with your soft white petals that dance in the wind.
But oh! What is this? What are these drops of red that stain your purity?
Blood. Oh why is ones life elixir sinking into your lovely petals, ruining your bloom?
My blood. It spills over and unto you, destroying your pureness, tantalizing it with Satan’s wish.
My beautiful blood rose, must you witness our pettiness turmoil that plagues for an eternity?
Oh! How woeful it is to see you stained by life’s impurities. To see you wilt and die by mans hand.
My life flower, how pitiful it is to see you slowly die but even sadder that I feel no remorse, no real pain for you.
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