With no will to live, no strength to fight
I shut out the world, with its ongoing plight
Alone in the dark, I can feel their fear
Their faces are screaming as their Armageddon draws near.

Their eyes are haunting and burning with rage
Why must they hurt at such a young age?
Theirs pleas come floating to me in my sleep
I reach out and hold them, together we weep.

I call the Grim Reaper, to take them away
So they die before light creates a new day
Their souls are so twisted, they'll welcome the comfort
In the soft cooling darkness, they'll cry out triumphant.

Their little soft bodies, to protect them I must
As they lie in waiting for man and his lust
So many infants waiting to pay
The price of the reaper, for them he must slay.

But I'm tired of carrying their souls when they're gone
A constant reminder of what we have done
And deep in the night they quietly return
Calling the others, for freedom they yearn.

Their faces of terror invade all my dreams
I wake up still hearing their pitiful screams
I'm going to escape to a darkness divine
And everyone will hear a scream that is mine.

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