Our Girl’s Not A Murderer

Our girl’s not a violent person

I’ve never felt this good!
It suddenly occurred to her
Abused, misunderstood, tall she stood
Murdering who she once were

She’s always been a good kid

Growing a conscience now, of all times?
More for me to crush under my sole
My body’s a reminder of all your crimes
Now only flesh and guts can make me whole

She always was a bit shy, but…

No arms, no legs, a caterpillar
Squirming, gurgling, real-life thriller
Now that she’s a psycho killer
They kind of wish they hadn’t picked her
Oh, you didn’t know?
Hatred turns anyone a sinner!
Isn’t it crazy? Go figure!
That when you hit her
Tripped her, kicked her, stripped her
It split her
And made her bitter
Now, as per everything you owe;
Where will your rotten soul go?
“Oh god please no”?
Is that foreign for “down below”?

She’d never hurt anyone.