Pretty one, little girl Monika
fragile as petal flower she is
innocence inherit from heaven, evil eyes
she has that look-raven
her eyes in fire, her eyes in dire
one look from her
you'll get the heat-like flare
Monika, little Monika,
is it right for me to call you, diabollica?
she needs to convert into cathollica
so she can free herself from thoe
evil eyes, says Padre
Monika, poor Monika
are you mean and clean like a baby?
nobody's kid, they say, she's no girl
no woman, but witch-lady, instead
I heard all the bad things about you
Monika, is it true?
I want you to live, I need to see
your eyes, Monika
Padre's mission is to keep you alive
for us, to watch as you die.
By: Juli Monat
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