Something Pure

I will kill them,

kill them all.

The children were tainted with blood that was not my own.

Betrayed by a beautiful rose,

but now I see nothing but a rotten, dead flower.

All the light in my life has been absorbed and my dreams are empty,

all I wanted, was to be pure.

 

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