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Jan 2012
She will be strong.
She will not cry.
It won't take long,
For her to die.

Her heart is tattered,
So young, but so worn.
Her body's battered,
But she'll be reborn.

Soon, very soon, the light will come,
To make her body and her heart whole.
Soon, very soon, the light will come,
To heal her broken soul.

He laughed in her face,
"How truly stupid you are.
You really are a disgrace."
And he slid into his car.

He left her for dead,
On that dark, lonely street.
Her vows of undying love echoed in his head.
His feelings all along were deceit.

Soon, very soon, the fire will come
To make him suffer her heart's fate.
Soon, very soon, the fire will come
To show him her rage and hate.

She was true to her heart.
Her intentions were pure.
They'd never be apart,
Of that she was sure.

He saw her one day,
She smiled so bright.
He'd have her his way,
If only for a night.

Soon, very soon, the light will come,
To take her home where she belongs.
Soon, very soon, the fire will come,
To make him suffer for all of his wrongs.
Chelsea Grin
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