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Trying not to scream

Devoured on the inside

The gruesome scene but turned me blind

Defenseless boy lying beaten

A helpless cry too late

Down on my knees

I witnessed the poor thing die

This twisted crime a vile disgrace

Mixed with blood, a crimson tear

Left upon his face

Where can he be?

The troubled creep, still running free

Every night, the horrid scene I cannot shake hangs over me

For sixteen years I’ve served this devious, unholy monster’s time