Crimson comatose,
why were you the prize dear Lilium?
Caressed by feral tenderness.
sweet innocence refracted,
by the crystal glass of want.
Crimson comatose,
what happened dear Lilium?
Kissed by placid brutality.
Cloying ignorance splinterd,
and lust bled your rose.
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