A Growing Hate - Rose Blanche I
Rose Blanche - Poem Collection I A Growing Hate o-o-o-o-o Actually by: Zeerdank o-o-o-o-o Hello, it is I, dearest Rose Blanche. Here I bring a collection of poems I wrote while working for that damned arcana-obsessed fool. The only and best way I can describe them are delightfully contemptuous… Of people, of course, people and their sweet sickness. Anyhoo, I hope you do enjoy them. That’s my biggest and most principal hope. Don’t break my heart, okay? - Rose Blanche o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o–o-o I - Showing Facades Why hide your face you sickening lot…? Telling the truth, sins all bared, is better than not. Why hide your sins you disturbing bastards…? Humanity, it seems, is really lost for your standards. How cruel might you be, I wonder? How inhuman are you, down under? You sinner. You sickening bastard. You facade donning freak. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o–o-o II - Sugar of Sin Oh a sweet little lie, and a sugary sin. Might fools and picaros penchant But, p...