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SHATTERED INNOCENTS

Innocents ripped from our souls
Our minds they do torment
Their sickened pleasures their only goals
As they steal what we can never get back

Childhood lost with the brush of a hand
Trust stolen with a sordid glance
Hearts broken with the imagery
Minds turned to insanity

Nothing can ever fix
The things that have been done
Our minds will always play tricks
With each setting sun