The Queen of the Blood Parade

You see
Its a sweet little story
About a girl and her hatred of the world
She never thought she could get away,
And she feared what society had to say.

You see,
She was an odd little girl.
Different ever since they could remember.
And because of this, They, too, hated her.
And they, too, feared anything she had to say.

You see...
Blonde curls...
Bright blue eyes...
They both tell a little girls,
Long living flat out lies.

You see,
She was the opposite of what they wanted.
A freak from the very moment she was born.
So from age one, she was hunted...
Every day tortured.

You see,
Now she stands tall. They can't abuse her.
Now, she's the creator of pain.
She rules the world, she is the abuser.
She is the leader of the Blood Parade.

You see,
Her fears became her trimphs. Her lies, her legacy.
Her victims will cower in fear at the sound of her name!
Some wondered what it was she could possibly be...
As she was so different, she couldn't be the same.

You see,
She was not death. Nor was she a monster.
She was a woman with a miserable past...
And they were her prey. She, their predator.
And she loved to make their misery last.

You see,
Make no mistake. Never had she killed.
Never had she murdered a human being.
Never had she been at fault for the hearts shes stilled.
She had no control of the images their eyes were seeing...

You see,
She watched as they drowned in their choices,
The stupid answers they'd given through life...
Making the mistake of listening to inner voices...
Never had she regretted using her bloody knife.

You see,
She rules the world. Holds it by a small, single string...
Making those who've caused pain, suffer.
She reveled in the pain her instruments would bring...
The pain she brought to them, muffled hers.

You see,
What they'd done, she thought they deserved what they got.
Murder. Rape. Crimes commited by the sinners...
She thought it was punishment that they sought.
And it was a smile she brought with their dinners...

You see,
The evils of the world belonged to her.
Only she could punish them for their mistakes...
Though, never did she commit murder.
The claims they make are like the souls they hold: fake...

You see,
Their claims are false and fulls of lies! They say she was a beast!
But she was only half the monster they were in life!
They say she would rip flesh from skin and feast...
Threaten them with a large, bloody knife...

You see,
They stretch the truth until none is left! Only lies...
They claim a monster held them. That she had no right!
They say she would laugh and cackle when she heard their cries!
They tell you that she latch onto throats and hold tight...

You see,
She was a meere woman. Not a monster.
Blonde hair. Blue eyes that were full of past pains...
And you let them take the lead. Allowed them to kill her!
Let them leave her to lay in her own blood stains...

You see,
She was the leader of the Blood Parade.
The queen of the kingdom. She showed they why they dare live.
And you let them destory all that she had made!
You showed them that its okay to sin!

You see,
She may be dead. She may be under the ground...
But her followers are still her, and soon you will see...
Just what happens when you take the beloved queen down.
Sinners will die. Who next will it be?

You see,
Anger is a sickley disease. Makes people do crazy things.
Revenge is what her followers want.
Take down the bastard who stole their queen!
Little do you know...they've already won.

You see,
Its already begun.
One by one sinners will disappear into darkness.
They will realise just what they've done.
You see, you're next.