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Their screams are lost in those dark lands where power's gained by fear 'Twixt dark alleyways and red brick jails where pain comes every year There are some who turn their backs upon these restless souls Who, surrounded nightly by great demons, have nowhere else to go They daily wander, no path they know, to the iron gates of Hell Where no matter how many souls they find, not one can hear their yells So forever traveling dark, hopeless paths, they yearn for that cold end Where they'll lie forever covered in the black blood that's their friend They'll wait for Hell's black ruler to redeem them from their pain But he'll say that they are worthless, so they'll turn away from shame So down they'll go, into cold pits, where they'll lie in darkness deep Where demons with sharp pitchforks will have their souls to keep And all they'll have are memories and the hopefulness of dreams Because none of the souls above dared listen to their screams So they'll continue to travel to every once-known place Where they'll warn others of their plight, with pain upon their face But some will choose to continue not to pay them any heed And will turn away from the fires, which eventually, they'll feedmore dark stuff.. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 09:49 AM PST   0 • 1