The Trial of Charles Roberts By Lee Cassanell

Dead little girls, God is watching Dead little girls, Papers cry. The torment of realists, Unending The teardrops of Mothers, Don't lie. Bitterness brews in the poet, whose star never shone like he thought Unhinged by his angst ravaged ego, he spat fountains of phlegm on his art. With pen filled with poisonous envy. and words bleeding twisted revenge His pitiful soul was struck barren, his repellent rhymes lost their edge. Dead little Girls, Jesus loves you Dead little Girls, Lying cold. The wisdom of prophets, Unheeded The methods of murder, Untold Innocence dies in the solider Who's watched bodies burn in the dark Dulled by the deeds he's committed, his eyes show no pity or spark The love he once felt is a memory. a sandcastle wracked by the storm His heart beats with black foreign liquid, he kills with a sheer zealous scorn Dead little girls, Heavens calling Dead little girls, Screaming stop The vengeance of fathers, Unnerving The reason of faith, Wanders lost Apathy grows in the mistress, whose day dreams have shattered in shards Her beauty has withered and faded, now all she has left is the glass. She wants for an empathic lover, to fill the deep void of her passion But fate has conspired to consume her, with vitriol long out of fashion Dead Little Girls, counting angels Dead Little Girls On the grass The sadness of living, Unspoken The devil inside us, unmasked Horror boils hot in the milkman, whose daughter was taken too young With hands full of hate and hard memories, he unloaded his pain with his gun "Why!?" is the cry of the people "How did it all come to this?" I'd tell you if I thought you'd hear me, and I hope that your God does forgive. Dead Little Girls, dreaming sweetly Dead Little Girls, going home The madness of men, never ending The answers we crave, never known.............

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