Let It Be Marked To Death
A child was born on the
death of her parents,
Killed by a ruthless gang
treating them like ants.
They were witness to their
illegal flesh trade,
A contract to silent them to
the grave was made.
She was cared for by those
into her case,
And one by one died taking
over their place.
They had a badge, gun and
respect to their name,
Until another group will end
up the same.
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