Bloodletting rest, innocence
Spilled
An Child’s
Innocence
Lost
Am I a
Child, have I not
Found a way to cry
Is this pain I find
Now
A way to die
Child, I am,
Lost
we
hear hearing his tears
his
cries
his comming
screams
but
non no one hear
pay in pain
heed his hideing joy
to madness
his shamefull gay
lamant
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SAY WHAT LOVE IS WITH ME
AND BE DONE TO YOUR GAMES
SILENT I CRY FOR YOU TO BE
HE WHO CHANTS MY NAMES
AND BE DONE TO YOUR GAMES
SILENT I CRY FOR YOU TO BE
HE WHO CHANTS MY NAMES
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