A war began a year ago,
A war we could avoid.
And now there is no place to go,
No future, only void.
A girl was killed the day before,
And now her coffin's made.
And speeches devil would abhor
Began to charge the maid.
'She is the only one to blame,
That's crappy place to hide!
She had no armor? What a shame!
That's no surprise she died!'
So, what it takes to place no guilt
On little maiden's head?
Is it to hold a wooden hilt
Of sword that stroke her dead?
Dead Girl s Guilt
© Copyright: Всеслав Коченов, 2016
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