The light gleaned off the evil girls hair

The sun warmed her skin

The dress the was wearing was good for summer

But not for the soon to come sin.

The blackness of hatred came pouring from

The beautiful sacraficial knife

To kill or to keep is its given purpose

But not to take this specific life.

Her smile was happy, her eyes much too bright

She broke and now they'll pay with the sharpest of diamonds

They begged for mercy but

She responded with scilence.

And their blood stained the dark green carpet

And their screams pierced the thin brick walls

She knew she was in the right when their lives faded away

So she went and died too, right in the stalls.