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I *Moments come and soon go As sun sets before a black night Still, time will never show The mysteries hidden in plain sight The hours become cold And the morning after unveils with fright* II *Hours after hours, the plain book emerges As children look in awe, trusting the guilty ones Who stole their innocence submerged Buried within tragedy's core Still, hiding perpetrating deliberate flaws Targeting the very deceived, unsuspecting as peons* III *The countdown began As fear and horror took charge Silence stood tall, rotten as a buried bone, coded as golden tones The children remained silent As they pass the fear onwards Buried in the dark deeds Marked with scars from the guilty ones* *Ovi©
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
~THE GUILTY ONES~
I *Moments come and soon go As sun sets before a black night Still, time will never show The mysteries hidden in plain sight The hours become cold And the morning after unveils with fright* II *Hours after hours, the plain book emerges As children look in awe, trusting the guilty ones Who stole their innocence submerged Buried within tragedy's core Still, hiding perpetrating deliberate flaws Targeting the very deceived, unsuspecting as peons* III *The countdown began As fear and horror took charge Silence stood tall, rotten as a buried bone, coded as golden tones The children remained silent As they pass the fear onwards Buried in the dark deeds Marked with scars from the guilty ones* *Ovi©
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Jan 28, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
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