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The Rose
By Frater Synth
A wilted rose,
Black petals,
Limp stem,
Decayed,
Picked from the patch by the devil himself,
With a prick of the
finger,
Blood trickles down the dried leaves,
And slowly the
rose rises,
Steam stiffens,
The color rushes into the petals,
Becoming red with blood,
Rejuvenating,
Thoughts entering
the minds of the watchers,
Bringing about hope,
And thoughts
of life,
The dead rise from there graves,
Drawing upon the
energy of the mystic rose,
Life once again thrives,
And peace
of mind restored
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Copyright 2006 Frater Synth
Published on Saturday, December 30, 2006.
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On Wednesday, October 27, 2010, nightshade
(120)
wrote:
heh now you have me wondering what your old name is while images of vampiric roses dance in my head. I really enjoyed the imagery on this one.
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On Thursday, October 28, 2010, Frater Synth
(66) wrote:
Started out as synthetic darkness back in 05 then i had a few names in between lord syn a rose in hell being 2 of them and now I am Frater Synth
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On Monday, October 18, 2010, Frater Synth
(66) wrote:
A change in life sometimes requires a change in Name
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A former member wrote:
Why did you change your name. Too much drama on your last one? ][ ][
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On Saturday, December 30, 2006, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
Makes me think of Oscar wilde's fairy tales, except it is a bird and a rose...
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On Saturday, December 30, 2006, Frater Synth
(66) wrote:
maybe ill have to go nd read that now
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