Rose
I mummer not what their lips fobid to utter
They squeal of a rose amongst thorns
You a rose amongst thorns
I preach of a rose without thorns
Would you have been a rose without thorns
Would you have risen without thorns
A kingdom of thorns weeps a crown of its nature
With each prick of deceit the inauguration is in session
A crown fit for a king, let him lay in the palace of his beginning
Without these thorns would one have rose?
For they seep deep into the skull and let crimson set free
Without these thorns a kingdom of caskets life would be
Samson LB
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