Poem about a child forced to grow up by reality.

Ritual slaughters
of forced encounters,
modern tormentors
that everyone remembers.

Darkness realized,
her innocence defiled
innominate child
of a world gone wild.

Eviscerated bodies,
proof of their follies.
Eternally dark cities,
all riddled with disease.

Sorrowful child
her innocence defiled
lifeless child
of a world gone wild.

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