Alone sits a child
Uncorrupted
Untouched
This is the beginning
Years slowly pass
Time goes by
And the Evil Spirit moves in
Slowly taking her soul
Her spirit
This is the end
This child
Once beautiful and pure
Has grown
Grown to life
And grown to hate it
No longer can she play so carefree
But now she moves with caution
She dreads the future
But holds onto the past
Back to the beginning
When she sat alone as a child
Without hate
Pure and beautiful
Before the evil spirit moved in
And stole her faith for good
 
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