I sat down on the morning
pondering in the summer on the fate of humanity
then the rose I met the previous day crept in
she laid right in the midst of the thorny bush
bugging the soul on how she got entrapped
like a sheep in the den of wolves.
deep down the unconscious pleading for help.

who could have done this to the innocent?
I sat down as a stranger,
just at the road not taken
two thoughts at a cross road not knowing
which to embark on.
but deep down like the messiah
longing to help, what can I do?
if she follows me she dies
but staying back she do be devoured.
sleep cometh not to the soul at shelter
for the soul troubleth coz of the bleeding rose
BUT HOW BEAUTY CONSUMES THE SOUL

TAD2:
I sat down on the morning
pondering in the summer on the fate of humanity
then the rose I met the previous day crept in
she laid right in the midst of the thorny bush
bugging the soul on how she got entrapped
like a sheep in the den of wolves.
deep down the unconscious pleading for help.

who could have done this to the innocent?
I sat down as a stranger,
just at the road not taken
two thoughts at a cross road not knowing
which to embark on.
but deep down like the messiah
longing to help, what can I do?
if she follows me she dies
but staying back she do be devoured.
sleep cometh not to the soul at shelter
for the soul troubleth coz of the bleeding rose
BUT HOW BEAUTY CONSUMES THE SOUL

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