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Unnameable Gate
Looking around her at all of the strangers
doesn’t know where she is
doesn’t know the faces around her
and as their smiles turn into a horror
it’s in the currency of children
to the perversions of a sickness
her innocence is bartered
Down in the dungeons live the needles of numbness
the slow intoxication's
of a narcotics subservience
there in deliriums dangerous darkness
reaching for faces which used to give love
as the memories of home are ripped from their heart
Somewhere above them the demons are gathering
in voices which echo while the music is playing
fearful they tremble
there is no protection
no one arrives, no heroes to save them
tiny and trapped in a world of violent submission
degradation demand to such lascivious attentions
Suffer ye not oh thee little children
for in time and to the end pity shall take them
so many lives so casually destroyed
to their deathbed have fallen
so alone in the nightmare
their innocence bartered
in the currency of children
So alone in a nightmare
with no heroes to save them
as to authorities evil their bodies are taken
no one to run to
securities warm arms never embrace them
all the horror ends
in deliriums dangerous darkness
Copyright ©
Colin Mitchell Williams
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