The Rose That Grew From Concrete
By SlimShdy32
In a great depression, a bat flies alone,A darkness overhangs implying the sun has never shone.Grim and desperate a bat flaps its wings,A rhyme in a melancholic tone he sings.In a state of euphoria which no longer exists,A spirit is broken and now all that is felt is a gloomy mist.But in this depression there is an abundance of concrete,Such a surface that will crumble at one's feet.And from this gray and dark concrete grows a rose of color,A bright red is quickly masked by evil's ghastly face which is much duller.Death seems inevitable for this bat of such a depression,For seeing a sign of hope taken away just reminds him of time's lesson.Chasing with its sickle and running at light speed,Evil flaps its wings harder than the bat, whose head starts to bleed.The pain is too harsh, the bat screams in horror and crashes to the ground, Evil has succeeded again, dismembering one and all and nothing is to be found.But just when evil thinks his job is complete,It is the rose that grows so gallantly out of concrete.The rose grows higher and higher, redder and redder,Only proving that depression caused by evil can get better.Even with all his might, evil can only cry,The rose of goodness is way too strong and cannot die.After the rain clears, the sky is bright,For this is the day proceeding the gruesome Devil's night.But this depression can be expected again, no doubt,Because love overpowering evil is a never-ending bout. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 12:40 PM PST 0 • 12
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"In a great depression, a bat flies alone,A darkness overhangs implying the sun has never shone.Grim and desperate a bat flaps its wings,A rhyme in a melancholic tone he sings.In a state of euphoria which no longer exists,A spirit is broken and now all that is felt is a gloomy mist.But in this depression there is an abundance of concrete,Such a surface that will crumble at one's feet.And from this gray and dark concrete grows a rose of color,A bright red is quickly masked by evil's ghastly face which is much duller.Death seems inevitable for this bat of such a depression,For seeing a sign of hope taken away just reminds him of time's lesson.Chasing with its sickle and running at light speed,Evil flaps its wings harder than the bat, whose head starts to bleed.The pain is too harsh, the bat screams in horror and crashes to the ground, Evil has succeeded again, dismembering one and all and nothing is to be found.But just when evil thinks his job is complete,It is the rose that grows so gallantly out of concrete.The rose grows higher and higher, redder and redder,Only proving that depression caused by evil can get better.Even with all his might, evil can only cry,The rose of goodness is way too strong and cannot die.After the rain clears, the sky is bright,For this is the day proceeding the gruesome Devil's night.But this depression can be expected again, no doubt,Because love overpowering evil is a never-ending bout...."