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Death

Once upon a time,[/font]
there was a little girl.[/font]

Her eyes blue like the sea, [/font]
her hair dark as a dying tree.[/font]

Her clothes,[/font]
black as the night,[/font]

and her tears,[/font]
red as the blood.[/font]

That little girl[/font]
had a dream,[/font]

a dream to be[/font]
happy and free.[/font]

But all her hopes and dreams
fell apart,[/font]

when her family tore
her apart.

Little red tear,
went down her face,

as she watched her
life being taken away.

Little girl hoped it
was all a nightmare.

But, it wasn't,
it was all real.

Now the little
girls ghost,

is walking on these
lands, searching

for true happiness.
If you see her,

she will look
like this,

Her eyes will be red,
red as the demons blood.

Her hair, black as the
witches fright,

and her clothes,
is now covered with blood.

People buried,
the little girl in hills,

but her soul is seeking revenge,
on everyone who is in relation,
with the people who committed
genocide on her and her's little demon friends.

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