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Torn Angel

April 14, 2011
By Anonymous

The little girl screams,
In agonizing terror.
Like the scream of Lucifer,
Getting his wings torn off.

How can she stand,
The torture they give?
How does she not,
React to her pain.

She sits there,
As though she is numb.
She shows nothing,
To deny them satisfaction.

She watches them,
As they stare in confusion.
As they wonder,
Who have we hurt?

She sits silently,
Giving off an unknown vibe.
They begin to approach,
Her with a solemn look.

As they strike her,
Down with a final blow.
She lands on her knees,
Hands clasped and head bowed.



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