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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Little Susy stifles cries, Crusted tears betray her eyes. Bruises line her arms and legs, She still has hope at this stage... Soon enough she will give in, This is no place for chidren. This is Hell. Sound the Bells. This is where the wicked dwell. This is where the evil lie, This is where innocence dies. Little Jimmy walks inside, The room smells like something died. It's too dark to see her there, Shivering, bound to her chair. He doesn't know who she is, Just that this poor girl is his. This is Hell. Sound the Bells. This is where the evil dwell, This is why our parents try, This is what makes angels cry. Get raped Get taped Sex slaves Get made. Breed hate, They wait, We pray Too late. Little acts are all it takes, To get a pure soul to break. Little hands still hold on strong, Even when their minds have gone. Little hearts can change so fast, That's why Jimmy wears a mask. This is Hell. Sound the Bells. This is where our children dwell, This is what kills them inside, Before they have even died. Little angels learn their lines, Little demons know they're lies. Learning, living, loving, praying? Dead, that should go without saying. You'll never see your kid again Once they have let the demons in. This is hell, Sound the Bells. Could your angel be who fell? You know only time will tell. This is Hell, Sound the Bells, Hear the Demons as they yell: Get raped Get taped Sex slaves Get made. Breed hate, They wait, We pray, Too late.
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