An innocent little girl,
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Hungry for wisdom,
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But she searches in places so unsafe,
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Unaware, and uncautious
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A dark and rainy, Sunday afternoon
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At the misty field, over the hill,
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She's walking alone, on her own little paths,
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Knowing nothing of what this day will bring
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As she is standing by the pond,
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Her eyes catch a glimpse
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Of a shiny, white shape
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Heart beating faster now, as she approaches the form
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Nervous but helplessly drawn,
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To see what's before her eyes
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As she's coming closer, she's struck with fear
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Before her feet, lies an angel, bleeding!
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Her wings torn, asunder,
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Like a helpless prey,
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Consumed by a vicious beast!
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Her figure drenched in blood,
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Seeming nearly, human,
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As she is lying there,
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Like a helpless victim
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As she gaze into her eyes,
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A voice from beyond enter her mind,
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A frightening tale of the final truth,
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A tale from the land of the dead.
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The Truth Unveiled
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