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The Killing Of A Demonic Child

In a world that feels so cold

stuck with no one important to hold

lights glistening so bright

but only at night

god, what a beautiful sight

look into the stars

see straight through to mars

the rings around that cant be seen

tells you that the world is not ment to be mean

solid answers

and a broken dream

the child finally starts to scream

dead in heart but alive in mind

thinks she is the last of her kind

breath just like a wild wind

child dead and completly sinned

everyone against the world

my soul feels twisted and curled

the demons cannot control me

but they've turned my soul into debris

demonic child, put to rest

hopefully she will be blessed

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Written by
kasaundra-watta
American
Published
May 10, 2010
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Inspired by that feeling you get when you know you can't go any lower in life

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