Roses In My Dead Hand Poem by Christan Bowen
Roses In My Dead Hand
You got to be still
To understand
That will and intent
Will pay the rent
If I invent
The Holy Grail
We will
All go
Straight to
Hell
I'm not a vision
I'm so
Incomplete
And if we meet
I will
Seeth
Roses In My Dead Hand
Roses In My Dead hand
Do you take stand
When I'm underground
Roses In My Dead Hand
Roses In My Dead Hand
I am
Where
I cannot
Be Found
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