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In the middle of a field

On the outskirts of town

Was a little girl

Who sat looking down

In her hands she held a knife

that shone red in the light

when I asked her what she'd done

she said "I stabbed my brother in the night"

Staring in shock and horror

I asked her why

She answered with a smile

"Because I wanted him to die"

I started walking away

And the little girl said

"where are you going?"

in a voice that sounded dead

I sped up in my walking

Trying to get away

Then the little girl yelled

"Why won't you stay!?"

That's when I ran

Sprinting into town

The little girl shouted

"Why make me frown?"

That's when I felt

A sharp, fiery pain

That's when I knew

That I had been slain

As I fell to the ground

Bleeding out

I heard that little girl

Start to shout

"I didn't want to do it

but you left me no choice

Goodbye forever

My dear, sweet Joyce"

I screamed in pain

In agony and strife

for that was the end

of my twisted life

In the middle of a field

On the outskirts of town

sat that little girl

with blood on her gown

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