child-trafficking

[STROPHE 1 – Strings scream, brass snarl]She lies splattered, a blob of paint on the bed,Her head in the clouds with the wandering dead.A child in her teens, her body a wreck,A dozen diseases claw deep in her neck. Antibiotics choke the fire in her veins,But the Lord only knows what still remains.Psychotic rivers pumped

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