R.O.S.E
For i am the Shepherd for the people with no leader to grace, this promised land on which i stand chosen by the sealer of fates. No invasion or persuasion by a serpent or snake, the wicked fell the dragons tell is of subduction and hate.
The fruit we labor grows unabled with no roots to be stable, the seeds we plant we must prevent poisons from reaching the cradle. forced into life searching for light struggles to fight, these cold nights can be fatal. This rose is breed sapience fed so his thorns doesn't harm his creator.

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