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Unicorn

This one created out of dust and small parts picked up at once..

How could anyone slaughter the last unicorn?
Who was it, who drank her blood,
having his infantile, perverted fun in
piercing the broken horn through her living flesh?
Her fear, her pain within this endless torture to death,
repeating the same few words while blood runs down from her eyes,
to ease her pain she whispered:
"I'm a fallen Angel,
the day i die will set me free.
Free of my inner demon,
in this world i can't be."
So within her comprehension filled words she revealed her inhuman rape.
Trapped in loneliness, forgotten in the night,
only her torturer knowing of her undying beauty..
Watch out, maybe bury her in time, if you find her corpse..
Who am I, to tell you this story?
How could I.. ?
..with the soul of a clown forcing me to blow it at the most important moments

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