Your Innocent Past Is Gone At Last

So says the walls
to blind eyes passing
Down empty halls
their feet touch sand
The work of mankind
It is the dust
surrounding land
of the river Styx
The blood of lust
pillage, disgust
runs rich through its veins
But brings us back
to a child in pain
The one beside or the one within
both have died; killed by sin

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Your Misery
Youth