Silent are the words that slew;
Dark are the pains that grew.
Empty is the night that rings.
Savage in the thing that stings.
Murder clouded in a cloak of red.
Silence veiled the face of dead.
Horror in the fields of dirt.
Swimming deaft under layers of hurt.
Clouded eyes, numbing pain.
Bringing sorrow in the rain.
Accusations, damning words.
Endless masses drowned in hordes.
Sense of justice, murder blind;
Owning not to tell or time.
Sinking deep, down they fell.
In their secrets they'll never tell.
Man left blind, unable to see.
Great truth in lost mystery.
And so it goes.
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~Original Poems~
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