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She stares down into it certain of her imminent death foreseeing the pain she'll endure until at last she can rest. She lowers herself down feeling the warmth of the sand that surrounds her aching with the hatred of his believers while the truth remains unheard. She relaxes into the rising sand accepting now that her struggle can't help a sea of stones now racing toward her while her family laughs at her yells. For two days she survived her torture until she is killed by a blow to the head a lucky shot thrown by her son who now rests soundly in bed. She cannot be mourned nor covered by a loving grave her lifeless body is left to the sand

If you walk in the day you can't go astray on a path that is clear to the eye With your eyes dead ahead down the path you've been lead your stride is much smoother than mine Your turns are much clearer and as you get nearer it is easy for you to decide For you and your friends who happily attend it is a stroll with nothing to hide But I walk alone left all on my own through a morbid and mangled wood Where the trees are bare and they warn to beware while I walk where no one else could. I soon find a partner who makes my soul darker but remains with me til the end. He is the one who stares down the gun of the things no one wants to be sa

A blanket of candles An ocean of light Hope to those who needed. But in due time A consequence of life A series of candles depleted. There are those A small some Racing to relight. But too few are they But too slow are they For hope to reignite. You wear your mask You hide your truth Pretending every day. Behind closed doors When left to yourself The demons rise to play. They trade your secrets They sell your soul Fill your heart with doubt. You let them win And win they will Another candle you've blown out.