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Pain fresh in rippling emerald pools of sin,
Dark bruises stain beautiful ivory skin.
Scarlet colored lips tremble in th wake,
Such suffering over one simple mistake!

Tattooed hands holding rosary beads tight,
Broken whispers of hail Mary's though the night.
Burning scented candles perfume the air,
Alone in the reality that no one is there.

Nestled in the darkness of the little room,
Facing the feeling of impending doom,
Four bare walls, just start to close in.
Fear striking a beating heart once again.

Weeping continues, turning to tormenting cries,
A soul once prue, now tarnished by all the lies!
In the womb, a seed, grasps it's certain fate.
Something glorious rising from the ashes of hate!

Nine months later, born into this world,
Was a sleepy blue eyed fragile baby girl.
Mother ashamed, grand mother in denial,
As for the father, he hasn't been seen in a while.

Physical healed but emotional deformed,
Stands a woman that has been scorned.
By an unmerciful man, filled with rage,
The story goes on as time turns the page.