Broken Woman
Understand how are humanity defines, and shape us. We as a humans have the power too become good or evil. We have the power to become the monster under the bed and the angel of light.
Read the story of the broken woman, sitting on the chair. That gazes upon the people that don’t care; she looks back and forth of the city at shore as if her eyes were daggling on a cord. She feels the pain and suffering the world awaits, so she must give the world peace before it is too late.
Understand the carvings she placed on her body and face; too remind her that the world is not in place. Her eyes are eyes are as cold as ice giving her a unique light by cutting off her eyelids so she can never leave humanity from her sight.
Think of the chair and the history it holds, by the woman sitting waiting to unfold. Now it’s time to read the climax of this story and know why she wants too relive her glory. She has finally searched for a human at bay, smiling a creeping, cracking smile she has found her desirable prey.
She gets up from her chair without any haste; she already smells the blood of this human, begging to have a taste. The ignorant human glides through the lonely streets with freedom and grace sadly the human will loss its innocent face. The human shall not understand that it is walking on the road of the dead not knowing that its faith will be lead.
Find the woman that appears at the end of the road, walking with bad intentions; yes this story must be told. The human gazes upon the woman approaching so near, feeling a cold chill knowing that it has entered into the pit of fear.
The woman dashed straight to human and rips off its head, so her madness can be feed. She leaves the body and takes the head to her chair, whispering in the heads ear "Now the world is fair". She sit’s on the chair and grooms the head like a doll; Waiting and watching for humanity too fall.
Understand the carvings she placed on her body and face; too remind her that the world is not in place. Her eyes are eyes are as cold as ice giving her a unique light by cutting off her eyelids so she can never leave humanity from her sight.
Think of the chair and the history it holds, by the woman sitting waiting to unfold. Now it’s time to read the climax of this story and know why she wants too relive her glory. She has finally searched for a human at bay, smiling a creeping, cracking smile she has found her desirable prey.
She gets up from her chair without any haste; she already smells the blood of this human, begging to have a taste. The ignorant human glides through the lonely streets with freedom and grace sadly the human will loss its innocent face. The human shall not understand that it is walking on the road of the dead not knowing that its faith will be lead.
Find the woman that appears at the end of the road, walking with bad intentions; yes this story must be told. The human gazes upon the woman approaching so near, feeling a cold chill knowing that it has entered into the pit of fear.
The woman dashed straight to human and rips off its head, so her madness can be feed. She leaves the body and takes the head to her chair, whispering in the heads ear "Now the world is fair". She sit’s on the chair and grooms the head like a doll; Waiting and watching for humanity too fall.
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