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                                          𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬
                                                  𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧

See bright rays
reveal blood stains

Yesterday, there was life
It vanished
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵


                                           𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧
                                       𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞

How could the world carry on?
Why do the birds sing a happy song?
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠


                                                𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲
                                                 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺?

Why were you bleeding?
𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

                                                        ­                     Blue petals turned violet
                                                         ­     𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
                                                        ­                           Why did she do this?
                                                                ­        𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

                                                   
                                 ­                                  He fought through the misery
                                      just to be killed by a 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝-𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲
                                                          ­                And she blamed the night
                                                          ­                             but I know
                                           𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧


                                              𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧
                                         𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞

How could the world carry on?
Why do the birds sing a happy song?
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠


                                                𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲
                                                 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺?

Why were you bleeding?
𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨










𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑


                                      ­     𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃-𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑


                                                        ­                                               𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑


                                        𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑



See his dead body
                                                            ­                         That rose all ******

                                                She is a 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑








                                                𝐌𝐨­𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲
                                                   𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.

𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨


                                                       ­                           They let her get away
                                                                ­          The evidence was ignored
                                                 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳?






                                             𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧
His
Petals were all gone

                                                   Yet somehow

                                                        ­                           The world carried on
                                                            **­w dare they sing a happy song

                                           𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠



                                                𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲
                                                𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘺

Why were you bleeding?
                                                                ­   
                                       
                     ­                                                                 ­                   𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠



𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆



                                          ­              𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨











                                  ­             He was torn apart

                                                          ­          Her thorns pierced every part

He was the victim
       But no one believed him

                                                            ­                             She was the killer
                                                                ­But who would suspect her        

And now an innocent
        flower is dead

                                                 His blood is on


                                            𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒