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Beneath the pasionless black of the sky that can't be bothered
The life painfully slips from the heart of the wounded child
"What a fool" they'll say at the wounded child's tragedy
"To throw it away for no reason at all!" Little do they know
The nothing killed her, the great firey nothing that conquers the lives of the meek.
While they laugh a mother weeps, her world has died with the wounded child
Hell's enticing flames beckon her to join the relms of dead
All below the sky that still can't be bothered.