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Stolen
A child was lost
reflected in the mirror
Soon to be found
silence is dead
Her screams would resound
a prayer for the blind
Born a witness to things not meant to be seen
one tear would drop
Pleading for redemption
innocence bleeds
Held to a mother's breast
cry to the darkness
Never would it be enough
all hope forgotten
She would have her revenge
smile never to be seen
So careful was it planned
forsake the pain
Slipped the razor blade in her hand
soon is the end
Her own she would take
show them the way
A self-proclaimed saint
7:14 AM - 3/21/2007 -
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