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The Screams

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Treating through the skies like low jets
Sounding like Banshees in the night
The torture of an eternity
We reach up towards
Begging for release from this pain
"Please, someone release us, please"
We all cry, begging for mercy
Then,
I wake up in a cold sweat
Only to survive another hell
Of people fighting over nonsense
Only to find myself
In the other hell of my dreams
Where screams of terror
Fill the red skies
What did I do too feel this punishment
Never-ending pain day in and day out
We beg and plead for an endSeluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang

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