I try to find peace within myself, but I guess it's just too soon
The tortured screams of the dead
Cry to me, Help, they beg
I cannot help what I cannot see
I can hear them though, hear their pleas
I want to help, I know what it's like
To want to give in, give up on life
To take the poison willingly
Suddenly, there's a strange noise
I realize with a start it's a little girl's voice
Begging for another chance
A shot at life, to love and dance
She was taken too young of age
To want to leave, no, she was made
She watched her mother die
Her father cry
Something no child should have to see
Before she should have, she knew me
Death came early for the girl with braids
And I regret taking her soul and leaving her with him
The Father Of Lies bought her cheap
I don't drive a hard bargain, unfortunately
Now I suffer within my mind
Left here with my voices to die
I guess I deserve my fate
After all the lives I take
Murderer, killer, bloodthirsty man
That's what they call the damned
Me
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