Synny had a little shell
Who's soul was white as snow
Who learned too soon that life was hell
And she was sure to go
And in that soul, corruption sparked
She fought it all the while
Until the day it consumed her
And killed the wholesome child
And all the stayed
Was charmed remains
Of pretty little Syn
And when the demons spoke to her,
She always let them in.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Synny had a little shell
Who's soul was white as snow
Who learned too soon that life was hell
And she was sure to go
And in that soul, corruption sparked
She fought it all the while
Until the day it consumed her
And killed the wholesome child
And all the stayed
Was charmed remains
Of pretty little Syn
And when the demons spoke to her,
She always let them in.
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