Screaming;
Piercing the stillness of the silent night.
A terrified voice emmitting pleading cries,
Trying to escape from Hell's evil delight.
Alas trapped in a world so full of demise.
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A child tossing and turning,
Her forehead is burning,
The darkness is nearing,
For salvation she's yearning.
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It seems nothing can save her, nothing can wake her
Imprisioned inside this nightmare alone.
The only way she can wake from this slumber;
Hope and will of fire to survive she must own.
And she does.
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