The sinners must suffer

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A pretty little girl,
In the rain, she twirls.

A cute little boy,
In the drizzle, he romps with joy.

The girl's tiny feet skip over the pebbles,
The ecstasy radiating off her fragile frame accelerates her pulse.
 
Her drenched hair stick to her face,
As she slows down her pace.

Splish, splosh, splash,
Goes the giddy boy in the plash.

Beaming face and twinkling eyes, Each falling drop causes his laughter's volume to rise.

How crestfallen the realization is, That the two happy faces will soon be robbed of their bliss.

The more tragic fact is,
That even as the pair witnesses their tormenter's loom,
They remain oblivious to their impending doom.

Gradullay, the predators leap out of the bush, 
Their proximity and menacing aura causes the duo to shush.

The defeaning wind and falling water,
Put a halt to the previous euphoric laughter.

Just then, the agonizing cries fill the air,
As the merciless beasts leer,
Making the kids go through a pain they can't bear.

Serenity for the remorseless,
A perpetual trauma for the guiltless.

Now, as the rain pelts,
The desolate souls try submerging it with their tears, not knowing how the sorrow is to be dealt.

But as time goes by,
They decide not to cry.

For the rain has the power to cleanse their blemishes,
And certainly, the ogres aren't potent enough to kill their wishes.

They rise up, imperishible yet determined,
Ready to make those suffer who sinned.

Author's note:
Do not remain a victim. Rise up for the inhumane sinners need to suffer!

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