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Can you hear them?
The cries of the damned
As they suffer
In the depths of hell.
Close your eyes.
Close your ears.
Deny them
What is theirs.
A delicate rose
Denied of even the smallest thorn.
Weak and useless;
Unprotected.
Close your ears.
Close your eyes.
Silent your words.
Let the river flow.
Helpless;
The war of hate.
Deny the truth
To those begging.
Close your ears.
Shut your mouth.
Wandering in the darkness;
Muted.
Silence;
Suspended in the moment
Never to end;
Forgotten.
Close your eyes.
Close your ears.
Shut your mouth
And forget.
Porcelain stained
In a delicate crimson.
Hush now.
Stay silent.
Close your eyes.
Cover your ears.
Shut your mouth
And decay.
Never to see the light.
Never to hear the birds.
Never to mutter
Those three damning words.
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