Free Cee Begot By Blood a Bud and Beauty
BEGOT BY BLOOD, A BUD AND BEAUTY
I once beheld of royalty’s rose
A crown that created a kingdom bound
Such is the beauty breathlessness bestows
With an ample bow upon relinquished ground
I surrendered to a rose that day
When wonder wept winter away
And came a frost with fangs and claws
That I should acquiesce to a resplendent rose
Or suffer the sting of stringent pain
By a thorn born to beguile
And whittle love to a sharpened tip
With a razor readied with wretched retribution
Where absolution is absorbed by the flesh of an atrocity
And pity portends not for a man of meager means
Who walks through scenes where tragedy triumphs over tribulation
And the incubation of insanity invades the ether in his mind
And blinds him to the thorns that summon forth his red bled from the veins of violence
And secluded in the soul of silence
My blood
Shed in the name and fame of a flower
Who held in her soul a clock that calls upon a callous hour
And the death of one man’s right to rise above love and find peace perceived
With requisite respite received
And yes, I said
I bled
I once bowed to a bud of beauty
When devotion became one man’s duty
‘twas then when negativity was deemed by need
And a beautiful bud begot me to bleed
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