𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘

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quiet

four boys, one dead body and an unnatural silence


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Can you hear his mother wail?
Her soul lunging out its cage in agony-
the blood you spilt staining the white carpet-
oh! You're so innocent,
helping the grieving widow with
your blood stained hands-

the same blood she's crying over.

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