A web of bitter fear
splinters the
truth and shatters
the innocent.
Mocking the demonic,
a ghost of the
past that doesn't exist.
Eternity,
lasting only a second
for the fear of
demolishment.
The angels that fly down
on the wings of hope
and carry the souls of the
deadly wounds.
Innocence is the
diaomond tear that
lets mercy wash away
the mistakes of the
weary.
Screams echo
through the caustic rain
that pounds down
over lifes mistakes
and glorifies over
the loss of one so powerful.
This is the destiny
for the deceased that
lost their chanse for
freedom that was worth waiting for.
These are the only
memories that some
cherish as hope in the
way of death.
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