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A flower, Blood-red, fiery, blazing yet not burning, Grows from the earth Watered by the blood and tears Of dying children clutched to the The ******* of their mothers’ skeletons Planted in soil Rich with the bones of soldiers, of warriors, Of fathers, brothers and sons long dead Aired by the final breath Of a thousand innocent souls Crying in anguish Screaming in pain Fading into nothingness Dying away. Growing Developing in all its beauty, All its deadly beauty, Death’s flower of doom, The lily of the valley of death Death’s ever beautiful Ever lovely, Ever deadly rose of sharon. War.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
The Rose of Death
A flower, Blood-red, fiery, blazing yet not burning, Grows from the earth Watered by the blood and tears Of dying children clutched to the The ******* of their mothers’ skeletons Planted in soil Rich with the bones of soldiers, of warriors, Of fathers, brothers and sons long dead Aired by the final breath Of a thousand innocent souls Crying in anguish Screaming in pain Fading into nothingness Dying away. Growing Developing in all its beauty, All its deadly beauty, Death’s flower of doom, The lily of the valley of death Death’s ever beautiful Ever lovely, Ever deadly rose of sharon. War.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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