The War of Roses

Tireless is the strikes of my loyal white horse

Lightening speed, intense gaze

She’s set up for the war of roses

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Ask me the goodness of the existence of this black rose

Indeed, as you assume now

No virtue improves her

No lesson teaches her

No religion refines her

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Save the delicate exploitation for next time

Save the lies of humanity for the next time

Here comes the war of roses

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No scar could be deeper

No life could be cheaper

It’s only strip men all his possessions, hopes, desires

He dares to revolt

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You see the madness in the black rose?

She sees your ignorance in return

Seek inspiration?

It can only be found in total freedom, in absolute courage

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Relentless is the strikes of my faithful white horse

Vigorous pursue, tender grin

She’s set up for the war of roses

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