Proud Blood

Lead her with strong hands.
Please don't push her down.
tell me why daddy...
I need you to help her.
I need you to protect her, when it's you who throws her to the wolves.

They sear through flesh, drink every drop of blood.
A corpse...the corpse...of your daughter. 
Do you care| Do you shed a tear| Do you look away
Are you glad| Are you proud of your little girl...

She's dead. 
She's never coming back.

The End

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