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IN MEMORY OF HUMANITY

This one's for the red head girl,
living in the slum motel.
Her only source of fun,is a broken swing.

Mommy's in a rubber room,
daddy's sleeping off the booze.
Whenever he's awake,he wants to touch her again.

This ones for her day of birth.
Something changed here on the Earth.
This little girl from nowhere,is a martyr in blood.

Oh,she will keep her sanity,
Though you and I,HUMANITY,
will reap what we have sown,and never suffer enough.
Written by jaspersilence
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