When all's said and done, no one will miss her. She will sit and look to the setting sun, knowing that somewhere, she left herself behind. They won't ever know who she once was, they won't look beyond the person she became.
No one looks at her but in fear
None for her can shed a tear
They don't know what it is to be alone
Loneliness led her to bitterness
And bitterness led her to wickedness
So from society was she thrown
Cast down without a friend
She wondered when this would end
Could she survive it on her own?
She screamed one bloodcurdling scream
And woke them all from their false dream
They ran to find her lying in her blood
No one would miss her. They'll lay her in an unmarked grave, to forget that they were wrong, to ignore their shameful actions. They go about their lives, reveling in false rejoice, for they know, behind the lying eyes, that they were all responsible for what she did. No one mourns the wicked.
She watches them from her seat in the sky as they too join her remains in the earth, one by one, and never once does she weep for them, for she remembers their injustice. No; no one mourns the wicked.
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