Poisoned rose

[flameofpassion]

There's nothing to believe for sure
There's little we can call true
Even those known as Tyrants
Could be nicest of kings
Even those known as Killers
Could be sweetest of them
Our history is covered and poisoned by lies
There are many falsified crimes
Even beautiful Rose will die from poison
Even talented artists can die forgotten
There will be no end to regrets
But it's now in the past
Continue living your life
Like She did when there was a chance...