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Walking through blood stained walls,

with screams of torture and pain rising, then

the screams fall to silence. Oh the

innocence of trust that silence brings, but greedy one,

it doesnt bring golden rings. Nor golden treasures for hungry beggars.

Oh, silent cathedral of death and darkness hear

thy words and spare thy soul.

Give'th thy soul forgiveness within'

the mind, spirit, and body. Mind, like

a sanctuary of deep secret thoughts,

a mind that no one is supposed to know about or touch. Spirit, the soul

of the body that we dwell inside. Something not seen and not heard of,

something special within.

Body, a temple of great strength, and yet

weaknesses. A wonderous temple to love

and nurture. Darkness is of the soul, cathedral,

oh cathedral in which I dwell please return thy soul, you so steal'th well.

A dream of innocence, reckless memories to regret.

Dreams broken as if it were clear glass, keeping a treasured memory

locked inside. The memory flittering through the mind,

happy now that it is free. Broken dreams, like an

angel of pure innocence, crystal tears fall, waiting for the right moment,

a soul to content it. Blue eyes of icy bliss, close now for

thy bloody kiss. Oh, for the kiss I do miss.

Now open thine eyes, feel the embrace,

the cold icy feeling running through thy veins?

Hark, oh hark for 'tis the embrace of your end, the embrace of death.

Death so sinful, murderous rage.

Soul to body once again. Angels watching sin from sin.

Oh sweet angel of rebirth come again.

Come again, come again, do take thee far from sin.

So then I can come back again and again.

Waiting for what seems like eternity, still waiting

for you to come to take'th me away.

To not count whole-heartedly on you

is to not look within' my heart, my soul.

'Tis not the same without you, nor would my life be long.

Death, would be swift and fast without you, and I wouldn't come'th back.

Choices to make, but if I fail to take the right choice

consequences shall't be dire. I shall't be thrown in fire.

A treasure of dignity, honor, and envision

of the perfect love. The black rose

of love, and death. The symbol is different

for some a bleeding black rose

could mean the bleeding passion of a burning love.

And a withered black rose means the

onslaught of harsh and ruthless death. A withered black rose refers

to the saying love is a living thing and it can be killed, it

can shrivel up and die.