Innocent’s Blood

She was too friendly, she was beautiful,

Walked a lonely street,

Darkness was fearful,

Did know the world is lustful,

Still believed God is wonderful.

That innocence at her face,

Seen by the human wolves,

The need for blood was the cause,

She felt the hunger in the eyes,

Still believed God is wonderful.

The wolves were hungry, the target was close,

Bottle in the hand and high on powder,

Full of lust and full of hunger,

Followed the girl till the corner,

She still believed God is wonderful.

She was caught and blood flew,

The cry was painful,

She was broken and sat in pain,

Wrote to mother, what wolfs had kept a stain,

Help was the call but failed.

She knew it was a shame,

Full of blood on her dress,

The heart was pierced by the sword,

She died for saving her name,

Still believed God is wonderful.

Innocence Blood why they flew,

In the dark why they threw,

She was the target for the time

Kill the wolves before next time.

Still, she said God is wonderful.