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THE HOLY SOUL AND THE WRECKED TROLLS…


At the silent midnight walks a holy soul

And as she passes by she’s seen by wrecked trolls

Who never had mercy

Who never had fear

Help me oh lord

Cries the holy soul

But neither lord nor an angel comes forth to save

The holy soul she shrieks

But the trolls show no mercy

How could not they see her tears?

It makes the soul wonder

How could someone be so evil?

More evil than the darkest ghoul

And as the trolls harasses her

The soul passes away

And she does speaks her death wish

“Don’t make me a girl again”

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