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A child so torn shivers in fright.
Dark shadows lurk and play at night. She huddles her dolly tonight, To amuse a demon's delight. Monsters whisper, against her ears. Becoming aroused as she fears. Her terrible screams, we cannot hear. Undying stricken hearts tear! Her body shivers and grows so cold. No longer will she have mommy to hold. Her silence is to become her mold. She unwilling gives the gift of her soul. In the lightest darkness, a child screams in silence, as hands embark over her skin, around her heart. She will be Satan's final mark. My attempt at a whole lot of rhymning.
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