The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.
All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.
She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.
Little girls gotta grin,
bruised legs
shaved skin
red burns
frozen like a mannequin.
bowing to her audience
applauding her commence
calling her an on-core
little girl so heart sore
pouring her life down
upon the dirty floor.
crowds got an uproar
raping her like a new whore
petals, petals surround this girl
weeping, screaming so eye sore
hearts been ripped off its stem
laying alone in guilty flem
helpless, broken,
little girl torn,
all thats left now are her thorns.
She was standing on the flight deck,
soldier girl in full gear,
she reflects,
as she was trained to pick up the rear,
thinking of her past life,
she was a mother, and a wife,
that made a promise, she’d be back,
but now she is out at sea in a middle of an attack,
she felt their tears,
she sensed their fears,
and the fears of other soldiers running past her at full speed,
brothers and sisters at arm on the high sea,
some shot, some bleed,
as the ocean feeds,
and they try to flee,
a superior fleet in retreat,
as the incoming bombs made the ship debris,
she turned to her captain,
the man she had trusted most,
saw the bombs instantly turn him into a ghost,
she shook her head in exasperation,
war puts them in that situation,
her family wondering how she’s doing,
and she’ wonders that too,
as the destruction to the ship left no clue,
every fiber of her being struggled for stability,
but her flesh ripped apart with such incredibility,
as she barely restrained her fury,
ghost fighting a spirit, a spirit fighting a ghost,
then her ship finally went down,
and she hung her head,
they were never found,
the soldier girl in full gear, dead.
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