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The Cute Little Girl

The Cute Little Girl

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She was a cute little girl, with a serene smile,

She caressed her father, expunging his wail.

She was the only one, so was the heart of their home,

She was fed with loads, of love from her mom.


It was a desolate evening, she went out to play,

Then there came in disguise, the werewolves of today.

They made her panic, they made her run,

They made her scream, and they let her die.


Her mom was waiting for the girl with no return,

Her dad went searching, to find her burn,

To ashes, that broke him, and tore him apart.

He had his last, that was his time to depart.


Losing her lord and also her love,

Her mother broke out and screamed out loud,

"Who's responsible for the loss of these lives?

Are there no knives to rip down these wolves?"


What did she do? The young little girl,

Born into this world, filled with men so cruel,

Who will now suppress the mother's pain?

Let us not make her pain, go in vain.


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