There is a depth of darkest places
Untold fears and nameless faces
Whispered screams and dried up tears
Silent cries that no one hears
There is a land where full of pain
The smallest learn to make hurt fade
And in their state of almost dead
They learn to hide inside their head
There is a land of living death
Can't measure life by seeing breath
Hearts may beat and blood may flow
But all inside are empty souls
There is a sea of cold dark waters
Filled with hell's own sons and daughters
Cast there by another's hand
Drowning with no sight of land
There is a chamber cold and dark
Where evil leaves its ugly mark
Where hearts are poisoned till they die
And children learn to never cry
In this depth of darkest places
Gloom and dead of night encases
Foundations of an earthly hell
And evil that no one may tell
Souls cry out and seek release
Letting go they beg for peace
Hell is mirrored in their faces
These children of the darkest places
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