Compelled by the gore, the death and cruelty
deny it as you may, but you love tragedies
the blood, the horror free you from fright
"this only happens to someone else," you think
but "someone else" is "themselves" to the victims
that you don't believe, you being a Child of Luck
so were they, wrapped in luck they were killed
non-believers were brought to believe in fright
Staring at the blood stain you shudder
what a waste, what an insufferable cruelty
oh, that poor child of Bad Luck
pretty and dead, 8 years old and abused
yes, you see the murder for your mind's eye
this stab, and that stab, 44 in all to kill her
your enjoyment is taciturn, no applauses
however, without knowing it, you smile
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