She was calling, crying, howling, sighing,
but no one heard her cry
with no friends, family, very bitter reality
the society turned a blind eye
‘Make it I must, got no one to trust
in rain and sun she toiled
but nice, nice try, nice push, if you must
with no family, the society scoffed
Twas’ a fateful day, or so the tales do say
walking after long hours of toil
the sons of Hades, perverted in a Mercedes
stared and ground to a halt
‘She’s pretty’, he said, ‘and lonely’, he said
today’s our lucky day
Let’s feed our lust, thrust after thrust
surely she won’t say nay
She screamed and screamed, and screamed and screamed
But two overpowered the one
And so defile her they did, yes defile her they did
And poured their gunk in her core
‘Why me’, she cried, pain burned inside
and burned for days and nights
‘end it I must, got no one to trust
this curse won’t see past dusk’
Fateful was the night her senses and hope in flight
she did and would do no more
for what was found, neatly in a mound
the fruits of an overdose at dawn.
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