Roses Are Black
The roses are black
The violets are dead
Everything is bitter
About the road ahead
You see fear
In everything around
I see death running abound
Blood pouring down every wall
Screams echoing through
The lonely halls
What did we do?
What can se say?
About all the things
That have gone astray
Because roses are black
And the violets are dead
Will we live through the hell
That lies ahead?
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