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To The Keeper Of The Stars
Dear Lord I ask you in my prayers,
To undo the
pain and sorrow that's bared,
By Mom's and Dad's and loved one's too,
When
they feel their life is all but through.
Woe to the darkness who have
stolen a child,
Bring judgment to those with minds so vile,
Turn their
night and day into a living hell,
While worshipping Satan their soul did
sell.
Like cowards and scum they lurk our streets,
Praying on those
who are vulnerable and weak,
They will never be keepers of a mind that's
sane,
Choosing only to look toward society with blame.
If you are the
one who has tortured and killed,
But haven't been caught and feel freedom
filled,
You best look behind you to the left and the right,
Your head will
go crazy with nightmares at night.
You have temporarily escaped the
justice of man,
But will feel the blow of God's stinging hand,
You are
like the phrase that politicians have tried,
Remember it well, 'you can run
but can't hide'!
When you feel great pleasure by inflicting
pain,
Are surely the days when your mind goes insane,
Quite likely you're
familiar with a psychiatric ward,
But somehow released and deemed fit by a
board.
It is people like yourself who require long term care,
To
help free the chains of total despair,
You fight with demons and voices at
night,
Waking up in cold sweats and terrified at their sight.
Your
own world consists of nothing but hate,
Those whom you hurt don't deserve
such a fate,
Innocent people who have done you no wrong,
Crying for a
child who've been missing so long.
If you have a sane day that you feel
great remorse,
Set your soul free and begin a new course,
Uncover the
secrets that you've buried inside,
Step forward and confess all the horror
you hide.
~valentyne~ ©
Hide In Your Hell
Super Tramp
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