| A rose dark as coal
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| Born in the wrong shape in a world so fierce
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| Exposed with no voice
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| Innocence is lost
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| Her will tears her down
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| She will not crawl down in shame
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| One way adultery will be her misery
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| Corruption steals her hope within the court of men
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| Treated like an under aged with no escape from fate
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| Waiting for Gof’s call from the court of men
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| The verdict black and cold
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| The stones will kill her soul
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| And heal the shame she brought upon her flesh and blood
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| Half buried in the sand with her shackled arms
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| The mindless horde of men are screaming out God’s name
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| The black rose chained down
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| Asking why she was betrayed
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| Her own blood took her soul
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| Tears disappear in the sand of death
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| Religious abuse
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| No expressions
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| Waiting for the sign
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| The sign of innocence
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| The audience is blind
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| Before the black rose
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| Dressed in while
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| Betrayal of blood
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| Blood loses its meaning
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| Fear of helplessness
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| The bloodstone is worst
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| Gives pain to the heart
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| Please end this suffering
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| The face goes numb
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| Embracing stones at last
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| Welcoming her demise
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| She whispers like a mantra
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| How could you do this to me?
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| The black rose chained down
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| Asking why she was betrayed
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| Her own blood took her soul
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| Tears disappear in the sand of death
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| She whispers like a mantra
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| How could you do this to me? |