More Than A Conqueror

I dreamt of a rose bed
Reddish, bright and scented
Barely could I see the end
As I smiled out my giggling teeth
The ferocious invasion from the scene
Dark, cruel and heartless
Smashing the flowers to the ground
Agony the taste upon my tongue
Rain of blood from my eyes
As I stretch my hand to behold
Everything taken away from me
But the Word remains
I am more than a conqueror

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