Assault on Purity
Snow, smothering the ground Open and vast, How long will pure last? Its beauty, Flawless Like its past. No marks, Nothing is disturbed. Till the day, She walked a different way. Drop. Drop. The blood begins to pour. Drop, drop. Now faster than before The field wishes to be pure The blood now staining Ruining what was once pure The field is red She begins to melt away Day by day So much depression So much pain Day by day Her purity is lost Now all that remains A pool of disgust A pool of impure Just because, she was raped It was that day, Her purity was reaped It was that day... She would never be the same.
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