Can you hear
those whispers,
Those words
echoing in your ears,
Playing through
the darkness,
Weaving through
the silence,
I said it once,
just for you.
Now there isn’t
a thing, anything,
Just an empty vortex
of the past,
Memories and a
maze of moments,
I look through
it to find just you,
If you had to
leave, then why did you come?
I refrain myself
from regret,
It’s strange,
the feeling inside me,
A blitz of
sorrow with the rage of revenge,
There are steps
which I can take, but shouldn’t,
Nothing will
separate me from them, and you?
You took the
happiness, you took the smiles,
You took
innocence, you took their laughter,
In your name it
occurs, righteous sacrifice,
To avenge your
name they say,
Is it you who
wants the blood, or is it them?
We are trying to
fight, to prevent,
But your name is
like Wonka’s golden ticket,
Sacrifice, to
not eat, nor drink,
Not speak, not
laugh, nor enjoy those colors,
To not see the
butterflies on the flowers,
To not smell the
nectar, to not taste the fruit,
To not share the
vivid colors of life,
Why would you
give it to us if you didn’t want us to experience?
In your name
they do, they preach, they teach,
I whispered your
name, for strength,
Prayed to you,
for the world to be a better place,
They kill, for
you they say, they shed sacred blood,
Yet you cause
them no harm,
Are they too
little to see, dastardly pests,
Or are they
right, and what they do is your wish,
Or is ignorance
bliss,
It’s your world
and we are just the pawns,
You are the
king, and the queen, the master,
But when the
innocent suffer, in vain,
I doubt your
existence.
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