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A cold, icy, deep, well,
Where tempurtures are below freezing,
Seculuded, hunter green, trees,
Hide the ever lasting hole,
She was dropped in head first,
Her wild, curly hair,
Covered her unhappy face,
The pain has aged her form,
Swolled up by extreme greif,
Her eyes left burning,
Stinging tears never leave,
She screams a blood, curddling cry,
Forever endless in the black of night,
She swears up and down,
Such a black abyss,
Can not possibly exsist,
Oh but it does,
Her body trembles, and shakes,
White, hot, flashes,
Of memmories from yesterday,
Never leave her mind and heart,
She had so much love,
From her kids that she was,
Blessed with from above,
All gone in a moment,
Snatched by the jaws of sin,
Her head was cut off,
And she could never,
Get them back again,
They burried her under a mountain of hatred,
And crumbled her whole soul,
The meaness of it never imagined,
By her tender heart of gold,
She treated everyone well,
All the time,
She never thought there were,
So many dark souls,
She pictured everyone to be,
As nice as she,
Unbeliveable to her that,
Bright picture she held,
Of everyone,
Was melted and changed in an instant,
Of incrediable, slauthering, pain,
She no longer trust anyone,
Who claims they are her friend,
Her faith in human kind,
She could no longer find,
The loss is too deep,
And only a saint,
Could forgive so many hurtful things,
The bright, yellow, sun,
Burns her even more,
People purposely hurt her,
Like a never ending game,
To try and drive her insane,
She's so disappointed in the deeds of mankind,
It overwhelms her,
All the way to her spine,
Her attitude has changed,
About what alot of people here are now,
The damage they all caused,
Can never be un-done,
She mourns all the time,
Like a widow made on purpose,
She knows deep down,
God's grace has left this town,
Inside her mind she is aware,
Of what the furture holds,
It makes her sad to know,
The trouble on the way,
She tried to warn them each and everyday,
To save a town,
She used to love,
From being destroyed and burned down,
No one would believe her,
Even when they knew,
How close to God she was,
For this she is hated too.

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