There Is Beauty In Ugliness
The night sky lightning sends a psychedelic shockwave
the wrath of the thunderstorms wake up the grave
the river cry of music sounds
but not loud enough to hear a spirit drown
the roses and their petals fall one by one to say goodbye
only thing left is the unsightly thorns to hurt my eyes
The night moon carries strong energies
revealing shadows and dark forces
but then I'm protected by pretty entities
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