rose red,
rose red,
i find you in sorrow,
i find you with anger,
jealousy and greed,
your life has been murderous,
your victims were innocent,
your soul full of darkness,
as demons fly there,
blood on the walls,
blood on the stairway,
hoping to see your form to return.
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