May 17
All you ever saw
Was your little girl
Daughter with no flaw
All innocent and pure
Halo on her head
Heavens feathers behind
An angel purebred
Every hair aligned
The halo became tilted
And feathers stained black
How did she turn so twisted
An angel on attack
You never saw it coming
If you had, you would run
You hated to see what was becoming
Of your little girl
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