A symbol of love is a rose that is red While held in man`s hand the rose it is dead For when it shall come to a new world order Life will be trapped within our mind`s border Has the existence of time finally gone another way Will the thought of big brother really come to stay Within final victory there comes the new breath But with celebration there will always come death The one thing man knows is everything must die As the petals will fall the rose it will cry
Reason for writing:
war
Birth sign: Taurus
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