Oh, mother! Oh, father! Oh, brother! Oh, sister! If this child left, would you ever have missed her? Gone is the blood and left have the tears Sadly smothered by all of her fears She locked away and must be found An empty corpse left on the ground The waiting game the body plays Could be seconds or maybe days A decomposing pile of pale peach flesh The crimson blood not aware of the mess
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