Judgement Girls

There were scratch marks on her door
As she lay upon on the suffocating floor.
She had stumbled too far from the sidewalk
So solitude appeared securing no-one could gawk.
She gazed at God's ceiling; the sky
And could not differentiate day from nigh'
They now beautifully merged as one
Mirroring her, the moon and the sun
As the clouds sailed across her locked window
She cast her eyes down by the morning's new glow
And set her eyes upon God's morning dew
Pleading with him, What did I ever do to you?
The new day was approaching near
Meaning walking contradictions would soon reappear
With the paternal twitch of a side-kick
Whom The Keeper noticed on a par to a red brick
Unassuming he would, try looking into their eyes
And secretly comfort their imprisoned sighs.
With the two grown sinners existing in there
Alongside her, "the naughty one, with fair hair"
"And the rest of her sibling inside too, hopefully"
This public of hypocrisy never dealt out mercy
These were the harsh words of the taxing society
It was a plain fact, those girls simply couldn't do sobriety
The public knew this and preached it too
In front of their houses, while inside, the girls would stew
With the couple who simply could be no more contrary
And the girls who of angels would sing to each other softly
Their demise was bleakly approaching
And their blank faces had long stopped hoping
For what may be an Independence Day
They could never recover, their souls were so frayed
It's pointless to say to The Keeper,
She warned you, didn't you see her?
You saw, she cried to The Keeper, cried to her aloud
And all she could say was "You are not allowed"
So this world that is so prejudice today
Has lost us those girls, they have slipped away
That time with her mother, when she did complain
This was the warning, it was the last falling rain
When they appeared to them, like a rainbow's ray
They died that day
Heaven would still have her
Hell, was too ugly, they would throw her beauty away

dedicated to The Lisbon Girls...still needs work