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Divine and Precious

Is what we all can see

But not anymore it appears to be

Scarlet and Crystal tears run down her cheak

So mild, so meek

Her little whimpers so desperate

But do we hear this beauty fall

And stumble towards the darkened wall

Clucthing it as though she die when letting go

No,we forget about her

Pushing her away like some diseased illness

There, still alone, she lays restless

God has left

We have left

And no more do we hear her cry

For all that's left is the sound of crisom droplets

Controtion bound deep within her

Of desertion

Of every pain a tortured soul must endure

So she took the one way ride

You guessed it, She left as a sucide

Now no more blood falls

No more whimpers can be heard

For she is gone

A flown bird

On the dark wings of death

Self inflicted, She took her last breath