It was a stomp,
I am sure it was !
He gritted his teeth..
I already told the court this..!!!
Why me!why the innocent her?
the gritting coasted the innocent girl,
And
yes it was me in her,
But the her in me had already died,
For a spurred life he had stirred,
And mixed to make her hate stars.

Today let's go back to the laws,
was it worth it giving them justice?
And giving the wrong praises in the name of justice??!
making them the right so you wrote
pieces of papers to make him clean.

It was a lake in there,
Buckets could be filled with blood!
Did you hear that?did you see it in her eyes?
She begged, she sobbed and dumped herself!
today, she is back to make the one's she knew new ,
And when it rains, regret not in her reign.