((I've been told that this caused the hair on the back of people's necks to stand up, so be brutal, please!))
Death came swiftly
that Midsummer's night;
I doubt such a young girl
could put up much a fight.
A sick minded murderer,
A cold hearted man,
to take a girl's life
to prove that he can.
He caressed her body,
fondled the soft skin.
He stole her virginity,
a horrible sin.
She cried as he pulled
the knife from it's case;
he slit her throat slowly
before hiding her face.
The body found floating
away down the stream.
The family is grieving,
a huge loss, it does seem.
Send a young girl to peace;
Send a cruel man to death.
He will laugh as he takes
a final, deep breath.
The casket is closing,
hide her beauty evermore.
Fair hair, blood red lips,
and ironic metaphor.
The rope's being tightened;
hang him, we shall.
A so fitting justice,
eternal burning in Hell.
