Enjoying the healing that has come to mend,
Are the ones who had once lived subjected...
As victims selected to offend without end,
By those perceiving them not to be awakened.
Or comprehending the actions.
Of those deceiving believing themselves hidden.
Enjoying the healing that has come to mend,
Are those who tolerated with patience...
The day the beginning truth would descend,
With a disturbing effect those hiding from it...
Had not suspected would have their minds spin,
Reliving nightmares. Over. And over. And over again!
Unsuspecting...
When planting misdeeds,
With a doing to deceive...
Secretly,
To be...
Reliving nightmares. Over. And over. And over again!
When planting misdeeds,
With a doing to deceive...
Secretly,
They are...
Never to be freed,
Reliving nightmares. Over. And over. And over again!
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