She raised under
Screams of pleasure
Foetus crowns the act
To freeze, to fear
Beg for voice
To fear the fact
Her eyes were doomed
It was hard to forget it
Knock out the tears
And layed down
Beauty was gone
The face dried, I admit it
I got afraid of her eyes
The blood runs through
Like serpents
Smile upon the belief
I tried to ease her pain
A curser runs beneath
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