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| Hark, for the steps forthcoming to furnish you love time to sleep my child Submerage yourself elsewhere so they will not hear you whimper The heat from the jagged hands char your skin, like the flames of hell Be speechless child, for in time the wounds will heal Blistering tears glide as the devil seeks to raise your soul Depart so as to release the others from the shadowed cavity |
| Written after I seen a movie of a child being molested by a family member. |