Her dress is torn,
her make up smeared,
tattered leggings and broken wings,
crazy hair that’s been ripped out by strands,
god’s music box held out in her hands.
It plays a song of joy and love,
while a little girl dances on the notes above.
The song is sweet,
but does not wash away the pain,
the angel wonders where god has been,
for he had not done his job that day,
it seemed he had gone far far away.
For, while little children run and play,
people are murdered in every way.
The fairy weeps and holds the box tight,
then she closes the box and whispers,
death because god was not there….idk?!?!