Mon, 01/15/2018 - 19:22 -- kibesso

The world is suffering again;
For the little girl made a mistake
Nothing was allowed to stand in her way
Brown sugar caught her soul
Sizzling in a blackened spoonful

We're moaning from our open mouths
For we’re infected and we're sick again
Watch out, there is no escape. 

It creates pain for those she knows
Here, blood drips and shames her home
"If you could change your fate would you?"
“Why no, for I feel true pleasure”.

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