My reflections discarded Between the barriers of that world and this; Silence, untill my presence I imparted, Then crying. Inocence amiss. Staring, astonished; Cruelty riegns supreme. With pitty screaming I deeply wished To be their gillotine. Out of reach, blast! Take me back sweet ignorance! Had I possesed the ability to grasp It might have made a difference. Inside, the crying fallowed; Their anguish grew and grew As their ports were slowly hollowed By The Reapers cleaning crew. Now; I've swam through seas of violence And crawled through mercy's lies; Yet when left alone with silence I can still hear their cries
