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Tortured, broken

she lays on the floor.

Terrified soul,

beaten to....

Death is so funny,

something people fear.

If they believe in God

they have nothing to...

Fear is in the mind,

designed to take control.

You find yourself bugging out,

burning you way to...

Hell is where we all should go,

cancer is what we are.

Disease is all we seem to spread,

yet God's people go to...

Heaven is where

she now belongs,

poor innocent creature.

Only 3, now gone,

her parents subdued

by alcoholic human nature.