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There it is, growing in the wild, surrounded by black scorpions,

Its petals, darker than the night, imbued with never-ending beauty.

Its thorns, blade-like in fire, propel me to the highest level of Zion,

Awaken the beast deeply hidden in me, release me of insanity.



My blood is dripping within its roots, bonding myself to this flower,

I feel the thorns piercing through my skin, absorbing blood forevermore,

The venom starts flowing in my veins, releasing me, giving me power,

My heart starts beating fast and strong, as I am falling on the shore.



I can’t move my body, somehow, that rose’s annihilating all my greed,

I try to get away, I taste the fear, but no, it is the fire I want to feed!

Suddenly, that heart of mine is getting calmer, remaining infernous poise,

I don’t wanna fight it anymore, to hell with it, time to gird my loins...



As the night breaks down, as darkness breaks through, as I lose my mind,

There is nothing more I can do, it’s the black beauty I have to find...