Amera Andersen Biography

I opened the diary of her mind,
as this dark woman, came into my life
and I turned her pages only to find,
a tortured soul that is filled with strife.
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The beauty of an instrument of death
Behold my kingdom, it is I who reigns
A blast of hot air emits from my breath
Arabian blood in my silver veins
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those who hope in the LORD
find strength he doth afford
He will renew their strength
taking them to any length
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strolling the garden on a moonlit eve
petals dance at the caress of my skirt
mystic redolence in the evening breeze
draws my heart to the place of the black rose
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her beauty flourished watching her grow
but time has taken it’s toll
dead silence grows for the bleeding rose
yet a piece of her is left in my soul
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