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.