The White Rose Can Be Stained

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White roses can be stained
They can be ripped and torn
White roses can be stained

Even the purest of hearts
Will one day know sin
And hatred
And death

The most innocent of eyes
Will be open to gunshots
And wounds
And war

No matter how hard we
Shield them from darkness
It always finds a way in
It seeps through cracks
And slides under doors
And buries itself deep inside

Now the white rose is stained
Blotches of sin and hatred
Corrupt her petals
Now, the white rose is stained

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