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Hideaway
So, this is your hideaway?
Is this where you bury the men you
have slain?
Screams can't be heard,
And no one can hear a word.
The silence,
Sweet, sweet silence.
No one can hear the piercing
screams,
Not heard through the surrounding
dreams.
The blood stains on the floor,
The holes in the ground,
Drag marks out of the door,
Betrayers never to be found.
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