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In a box Isabella waits,

She tries to calm her nervous shakes.

Her Crucifix held tight in hand,

She feels it’s time to take a stand.

Your acts have washed away her years,

Denial has brought so many tears.

She’s learned to walked around quicksand,

But doesn’t know how longer that she can.

Her skin still crawls about her flesh,

You said secrets are better kept.

Her Crucifix soon sweats in hand,

She knows she has to take a stand.

Would anyone believe her if she told,

‘Cause you’re so loved, so strong, so bold?

She just can’t take it anymore,

So a barrel smiles toward your door.

Is she the only one that you held, the only one that you held?

Is she the only one that you told

“Be still child”?

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Click. Click. Click. Click. Click … Click … Click.


Isabella sits still.


Still she sits.


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