Even in death she loves youMature

Her heart is ripped into pieces,

the bleeding never ceases,

it is best therfore that you leave her,

and take with you that blood stained cleaver,

which you used to rip apart,

her loving and caring heart,

which now could not care less,

about leaving a horrid mess,

she took a everyday kitchen knife,

she makes a clean and deep slice,

they find her just seconds too late,

now she is on the mourge room slate,

church can not take her she sinned,

so now her soul is forever pinned,

to wander this world for eternity,

full of sorrow and uncertainty,

looking or her murderer,

as only he can comfort her,

so hear me now hear me clear,

she truely loved you my dear.

The End

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