Where is your soft beauty gone?
I remember when it shone.
Wounded pride, the only one,
You cannot know
what should be done.
You can ask me why,
But little girl, please don’t cry.

Wet-eyed angel flying low,
There was no way
that you could know.
How evil forces strike a blow,
To cut you down and stem your flow.
You can hear my lie,

But little girl, please don’t die.

Barren lands encountered,
I swim through murky sea.
Upon the rocks I flounder,
Then madness rescues me.

There can be no freedom,
From situations thus.
Upon the journeys end,
Death becomes a must.

Evening’s melancholy sunlight,
Insanity’s horizon extended,
Flaming apocalyptic skies,
All just as I intended.

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