
People come, people go
It’s her life she’ll never know
Way too young, under ground
Never to be seen or found
Stolen from her nice warm bed
Won’t see her until she’s dead
Candy was there for the lure
But death is something you can’t cure
Only 4 of years
Eyes stinging with the tears
Death grip on her bear for security
She’ll never reach maturity
Trying hard to scream and shout
Only to get hit, she fades in and out
Body hurts pain stabs in tiny pins
Out of the dark the evil man grins
Can’t tell the time of day
She only wants to get away
At the age of 4 she gets raped
The twisted man has his conquest on tape
Body battered and bruised
She’s only there to be used
Tired she starts to cry
Knowing when he’s done she’ll die
This is a battle she’ll lose
Only to be on tomorrow’s news
Serial rapist got away
Now there’s an attack a day
Her body discarded, starting to wither
Found a week later in the river
Another screams into the night
Tears clouding her line of sight
Chilling wind blowing cold
She’s another 4 year old
This little one is only a pawn
Passes out too much blood gone
Knowing if she survives she’ll never be the same
Evil man cuts to maim
Up against the wall a little body chained up
He takes her blood cup by cup
Slowly dying, miraculous hue
Her body turns blue
A trophy her body to keep
In her last breaths she cries and weeps
She body shudders its last cries
For now here she dies
Outside the light fades away
Here he comes out to play
Two bodies floating side by side
All the little girls better run and hide


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