The colors fade.
GREY
GREY
GREY
“Oh please just let the sunshine stay.”
The little girl asks,
the little girl pleads.
The little girl weeps upon her knees.
‘No’ The Voices do demand.
‘Now take this razor in your hand.’
The girl begs and shows her fears.
‘Little Girl, what are you crying for?’
‘No one can hear your cries or see your tears.’
The girl does what The Voices need.
The little girl has done The Voices’ deed.
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