The Black RoseThe Black RoseThe Black Rose
Amidst the carnage of the day, The sadness of the chosen way,
Above the sea of lies The black rose cries.
The rose, an everlasting sage Forever fueled by human rage. Drowned in the evil flood,
The rose of blood.
The people moving to a chime, Just slowly living out their time And every single time they bleed The rose they feed.
So we will fly into the skies, Until we come to realize The darkness of our ways, The black rose stays.
By: Alex Vilyatser
IcarusDaedalus was my sire, the sun was my dream In Minos’ grasp I watched the beams Of heaven rain to the dust of Earth Where I lay bound by blood and birth, But in my eyes desire gleamed.Icarus
Could I one day, above mortals rise? Could I one day sail forbidden skies? I feigned to be a man of gold, Heard praise from my admirers unfold And I exulted in their lies.
Till I believed I was a God; Over loved ones now I trod With quickened step, eyes on the sun I rose over seas and made my run As mortals below watched in awe.
Was this a God with
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Love, Brojc
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Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?
-Lewis Carroll
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