A lightning flash,
A lovers clash,
He doesn't care,
She's in despain,
Lovers fight,
Cry as she might,
It never ends,
As her broken back bends,
From bending over backwards trying to fulfil his desire,
With burning red eyes like fire,
He pulls out that sweet sliceing silver knife,
And finnaly he's cold heartedly taken her life.
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