JUST DIG DEEP, YOU...
Until the last drop of blood is shed.
Jusr dig deep you.
Be careful in your ways, lest this red rose on your head turn pale.
A music rises as a throbbing pain in your sharp nether end,
These lines are noted only as its bylines.
When will you bloom out?
When will you bloom out wide?
Then cover your surface with your petals,
Hide the black bloodstain that you sheds till the last day..
Then your chants will be forgotten,
You will be remembered in these reverberations, my lines..
Just dig deep you...
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