21st century kill

There once was a girl from a land far far away.
She often did stroll through flea-markets,
looking for forsaken little treasures all over the place.

She was enthusiastic, quite eclectic in her choices,
suave and nonchalant in her manners and being,
really just the cream of the crop, vanilla bean on top.

She was one in a Million, one in seven Billion,
would never let cynicism or pessimism
rain on her parade.

There once was a girl from a land far far away,
who changed and became larger than life,
a mind as narrow as the straw we all hang onto.

With her eyes she flinched as you passed by,
with her mind she judged you as you existed,
with her ideas she butchered all those of yours.

Because she realised she was one in all,
only one insignificant, non blessèd stain that didn't shine,
a blemish on the surface of this desolate earth.

There once is a girl from a land near near to you,
who reads the papers, watches the news,
and absorbes everything you dare throw at her.

There once is a girl living next door to you,
who cries for integrity, truth, ideals, her and mine,
and wishes all the hounds of hell to go roam where you and I now dwell.