Sitting in the park on a warm Spring day
Hearing songs of a lark while children play
There was Rose with her auburn hair
With skin so fair and a doe-eyed stare
Surely, she looked of an angel

Her flawless look and gentle nature
Made ladies loathe and fellows crave her
Many approached her, eager to please
All failed, but one dared not cease
To win the love of this angel

His handsome face had caught her eye
And his charm, Rose could not deny
They talked all day and all night, too
He planned a date and bid her adieu
Waiting to again see his angel

Soon approached the day they'd meet again
How rapidly they became more than friends
Always together, obsessively so
Until another caught the eye of Rose
More desirous to the angel

Her former love soon felt betrayed
Wished them dead and to decay
With his new found jealousy he soon dealt
To make him whole again, he soon felt
No one else could love his angel

Entering now upon sweet Rose's place
Finding them together was a filthy disgrace
He bust through the door with a knife in hand
And dismembered the body of Rose's new man
Heavenly tears of an angel

His eyes found hers, and on her they stayed
Rose turned to run as he came her way
She kicked him towards the wall where his head soon bumped
And ran to the window and nearly jumped
To fly free like an angel

He pulled her away and stripped off her dress
The vile lust in his facemade her scream of distress
Inside Rose, he forced himself
And burdened her with a similar death
Never again could someone love this angel

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