She will be barren
Too young
To understand
The course of events
That will seal her fate
Too innocent
To accept the
Chard memories
That await her
They will
Rape her
Leave her
Body uncovered
Black out the sky
So that even the sun
Won’t look upon her
Pain screams in whispers
Green fades to black
Roots that tell the story
Are castrated
Soon after conception
Pedophiles masturbate
On her memory
Debate
The cost effectiveness
Of her existence
Against her right to live
Silhouettes break crescendo
Against parched lips
Thirsty with obligation
So she
Quakes/erupts/tsunamis/floods/hurricanes
Setting fields ablaze
Pain screams holes
In the horizon
Sun comes to find her
Doesn’t recognize her
She is beneath the ocean
Granted asylum
But she knows they will
Come for her
Morphs into
Suicide bomber
Finds salvation
In death
This will be her genesis
And all that will remain
Are the bones
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