A skinless corpse,
lies on the floor,
Her pain,
You cannot ignore.
She is from hell,
And wants you to know,
That her pain,
Is all she can show.
She had killed,
Now she suffers,
At the devil's hands,
For her he has plans.
As she lies there,
She writes on the wall,
And her message,
Says it all:
'I am in hell.
Help me.'
Please set her free,
Because her pain,
Is too much,
This she can now see.
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