Their Silenced Voices Shall Sing
There are monsters in this world who feed
On the innocence of sweet souls in need
With such stealth and trickery they impart
A fear of ever escaping from the very start
It is never a matter of love, faith or trust
Only a miserable life of sheer utter disgust
It's either their way or there's no way at all
Holding breaths for the next axe to befall
Sadly amidst satin sheets of memories bed
Sick twisted fantasies of their minds are fed
With acts to humiliate, defile, and cause pain
Taking pleasure in tears splashing like rain
It's their main aim to completely dominate
And diffuse their minds to seal their fate
With no freedoms, their victims die inside
Losing all senses of self worth and pride
Suave and debonair they appear to everyone
None could fathom their ideas of having fun
They hide behind such a materialistic facade
While not realizing they can't hide from God
A door is afforded to those who choose to go
Escaping this hell different from the one below
With His guidance, their silenced voices shall sing
They'll go forth like little birds of mended wing
And all the monsters in the world who feed
Upon fears of others with such hideous greed
Find themselves paying the ultimate price
Trying to account for their unforgivable life
Written for the Catch The Soaring Star Challenge
Phrase: 'satin sheets of memories bed'
Hostess: Jollynoblefrog (Ruby)
By Adele Kaye
© 2010 Adele Kaye
(All rights reserved)
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