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everynight before he lays in bed he goes on his knees and pray he prays to the mighty lord if he may please let him breathe his last breath before the sun rose again when he sleeps whispers of terrors still filled his head what a quiet night but the noise continues and haunts him mainly during the night those men with unholy hands even though they always prayed prayed all day prayed all night prayed prayed prayed some even prayed for peace arent they holy men? little ones just ten or so years old children of god angels with clean fresh souls havent even sinned life has barely began but they didnt believe in the same that reason they were left on dung you are all pure but to the men you were all evil evil human beings killed thousands at a time for something the little ones dont even know and doesnt make sense afterall they had no hope taken away from this earth some havent even reached two days old sweet angels dont cry you werent the only ones your mama and papa and whoever that were not 'abiding the laws' to the men you were all bad bad souls shot or bombed the ***** creatures excuse was that they were just clensing the world just believe in what they believed in and you should be safe but freedom wasnt a choice to them you are just a part of a game and they will never care or feel any shame that man still cant sleep still begging on his knees praying to be with his son again thats when he will feel complete those ***** men pray and promise to never hurt a soul then lay in bed smile and thinking about the sounds of terror to them those were the sound of sweet death something they took pride in what a honour
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
the survivor
everynight before he lays in bed he goes on his knees and pray he prays to the mighty lord if he may please let him breathe his last breath before the sun rose again when he sleeps whispers of terrors still filled his head what a quiet night but the noise continues and haunts him mainly during the night those men with unholy hands even though they always prayed prayed all day prayed all night prayed prayed prayed some even prayed for peace arent they holy men? little ones just ten or so years old children of god angels with clean fresh souls havent even sinned life has barely began but they didnt believe in the same that reason they were left on dung you are all pure but to the men you were all evil evil human beings killed thousands at a time for something the little ones dont even know and doesnt make sense afterall they had no hope taken away from this earth some havent even reached two days old sweet angels dont cry you werent the only ones your mama and papa and whoever that were not 'abiding the laws' to the men you were all bad bad souls shot or bombed the ***** creatures excuse was that they were just clensing the world just believe in what they believed in and you should be safe but freedom wasnt a choice to them you are just a part of a game and they will never care or feel any shame that man still cant sleep still begging on his knees praying to be with his son again thats when he will feel complete those ***** men pray and promise to never hurt a soul then lay in bed smile and thinking about the sounds of terror to them those were the sound of sweet death something they took pride in what a honour
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
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