A little devil,
With no soul.
I know it has no soul
Because it doesn't care.
It kills for pleasher,
Steals from helpless kids,
Kidnaps people from there families,
If it where on trile,
No one wold what to be it's lawyer.
The death sentence would be to nice,
I want it to suffer,
Like so many have.
A life sentence would be too sweet,
It would smile,
I say barie it alive,
It's a real witch this time,
Let it die in vain.
It doesn't care about us,
Why should we about it?
For Stella, Jack, and every one eles who's ben hurt by canser.
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