The Rose Monster
Once there was a monster completely made of roses,
who's venom was a fragrance targeting the noses.
He couldn't be engaged because of his many thorns
and the only thing he had in mind was to cause more deadly harm.
He would attack his enemies when he was in full bloom,
filling up a many decorated tombs.
But how could a rose monster ever could exist?
Can't we just live in harmony, this I do insist!
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