The Death Flower
In the middle of an abandoned churchyard
Stands a lily, who all pass by
Growing in winter, spring, summer and fall
Just simply, refusing to die
Some people called it unnatural
As they plucked it from the ground
But when the sun came up, the very next day
Again, that flower was found
Day after day, they would break its stem
Like a thousand times before
But the lily would be resurrected
And spring to life once more
It was even covered with gasoline
As they stood and watched it burn
Once again, while everyone slept
The flower, would just return
They decided to bring their shovels
And dig, til there was nothing to save
And that's when they knew this lily
Was a marker, for an unknown grave
A little girl who was long since missing
Abducted in the night, while she slept
Never found, and they never knew
The secret that this lily kept
Her body was moved to a graveyard
With a gravestone, so everybody knows
The little girl missing, has finally been found
And is resting, where the lily grows
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