The screaming won’t cease,
It never stops to decrease.
Echoing through the hallways of a scarred mind;
Another victim it searches to find.

Claws of a raped little freak;
Clawing out the heart.
Finely the soul springs a leak;
Then everything comes apart.

They fall to their knees,
It’s lack of pity they fail to see.
Fuelled by pure hate
Set out to rule their fate.
Stripped of all hope,
They never manage to cope.
This torment is always with them.
It tears away their idea of freedom.
It won’t stop once it’s begun;
It’s completely blind to what it’s done.

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