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Everybody states that she is underage,
not so taught, not so wise, not mature.
Born so bizarre, as a Slaugter raised apart,
without home, without love, but insane.
Already as a child she was forced to marry wild,
she was falling and now called Christine Falling.
They divorced very soon under blood soaking moon,
and the killing spree took its course.

Kill the child the voices sing.
Fly beyond on judging wings.
On and on the voices sing.
Do not stop to kill!

She obtains by fraud all the trust out of naught
to take care, of the danger not aware.
Someone gives a speech, about pain he does preach.
Without guilt and by order she must kill.
Soon the people knew, without proof paid their dues,
did protect what is theirs from attack.
She confessed in the end to take law in her hands,
and she led the voices into jail.

Kill the child the voices sing.
Fly beyond on judging wings.
On and on the voices sing.
Do not stop to kill!

From the dark, born in cage,
raised in pain, hell awaits.
Straight ignored, corpulent,
something dies in the end.

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