little girl lucy,
climbed up a tree,
and among the clouds she wondered,
what she could be.

she had chipped pink nails,
and ash blonde hair,
a voice that could take her anywhere.

she hoped of a future
and to be loved,
she flew up above.

oh how that little girl soared,
until she came crashing to the floor,
and all of her hopes and dreams were no more.

she fell into the pits of hell,
oh her times were swell.

she danced with the devils,
and pranced around kindle,
now, she'd been swindled.

the master himself,
wore a black mask,
making her life a misery was his task.

he twirled his trident
of orange and red,
he ****** it into her little head.

lucy was gone,
her childhood wrecked,
all because the devil,
wanted to bring her down to his level