This Is The Story Of Daddies Little Girl

This is The Story of Daddies little Girl

His little princess

Light of his world, Daddies' broken little

girl...

Always the perfect

Angel.

A shooting, shining, gleaming star

Destined for greatness

Beloved by her Teacher

Nice, wholesome, good mannered and polite

These are the words that describe the delight

of his life.

but the wanting of more caught her eyes to

what she thought...was "freedom"

she felt trapped, she felt controlled

she felt the call and without any remorse

Now a young girl no more than fourteen,

wants to go live a life obscene

To live a life that's free, to try new things

To be the master of her own destiny

Daddy finds the note on her pillow,

As he reads his heart brakes in his chest

Hurting, pain, he can't believe what his eyes

are telling his brain, "this can't be,

There mast be a mistake" "some silly game

or maybe a dream"

his mouth is dry, heart

racing, pulsating.

so he sits and he waits...

Every night daddy prays. one day she'll come

Back to be his bright eyed little angel again

So Daddy sites...

So Daddy waits...

Written By Unknown

Date: unknown

Justus In a World of Arrogance

Justus in a World of Arrogance

Justus in a World of Arrogance, it fails

Rebecca cries and she wails

Rebecca's children are dead, the world

doesn't care or else it forgets

that one cold summer's night

She got the surprise of her life

one battalion, angry soldiers guns and

grenades

Innocent families and dead civilians

Men, women and Children

A soldiers anger, his thrust to kill, his

"right" to revenge

He doesn't care who dies as long as he

justifies the lives of his dead friends

Innocent children, women and

civilians

A blood thristy slaughter

Red colored splutter covered the walls

like thick paint

the faint cries of the inncocent but it's far

too late

the foul stench of deaths odor

their only crime....their the wrong color

Arrogance and ignorance gets three

months imprisonment

for this crime of evil there is discontent

the slaughterer, the perpetator, this criminal, killer of innocents, the soldier is

free

the children are still dead, no ones

accountable

Rebecca still cries and she still wails

Because Justus in a World of Arrogance, it fails

written by: Unknown

Date: unknown

Hatred Can’t Win

Leafy streets, quiet suburb, a cool morning breeze

Echoes and memories of early morning cartoons on T.V
Murmurs and children’s laughter blaze alive in this school yard
But lives were changed this day forever
What was taken? Her happily everafter…

Confusion, gun shots and murder
Bodies laying in the street like litter
One insane maniac, this crazed shooter
Panic, her friends are dead,
She doesn’t know what to do next
Little eight-year old Miriam

It’s a cold day for Gods chosen
As little golden headed, blue eyed Miriam looks up
Into her killer’s helmet, she sees her reflection
Confused and innocent she doesn’t know what she did
Cold and full of hatred this racist…
He pulls the trigger

Silence, emptiness, death
That’s the end of it
Little eight-year old Miriam
She’s gone forever

Written by: Unknown
in the loving memory of
Miriam Monsongo

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Come With Me

Come With Me

Come with me, I'm all you need

follow my lead

I'll make you feel free

In time you'll see, you need me

I'm your mothers worst enemy

Crystallized Methamphetamine

To you i'll be the only thing that's true

I'm the Purest, I'm the realest

And for me there isn't anything you won't do

I'll be your best friend, one more puff and we'll

touch

Heaven

After a couple of weeks with nothing to eat your

cheeks

Will begin to sink

After a week without sleep my hallucinations will

begin

Ta creep, after two weeks you'll lose your grip

On reality

You'll fall in love with me

And eventually you'll end up in the

penitentiary

I'll destory your body and when you got

Nothing lift to

Given me i'll leave you rotting

Withdraws starting ta set in, hands start

Shaking

Whole bodys quaking this is when you find

Out it wasn't

Heaven, and i'm really Satan

Eventually you'll die, how ever that may be,

Suicide, homicide

Or in the penitentiary, all i know is it'll be

Bacause of me

It's an inevitability

So come with me, I'll make you feel free...

Yours sincerely: your worst enemy

Crystallized Methamphetamine

Writtem by: Unknown

Date: unknown