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Hourglass

Trapped memories in the hands of the dead
Tables turning, heads spinning devious plans setting in
Discovery in dark minds
Ancient history unwinds
Spirits of the lost 
With knowledge comes a cost.
"An eye for an eye",
so to speak.
Dirty secrets not mine to keep.
Spirits restlessly roam in the ash filled hourglass
Close my eyes praying it to pass
Pounding in my skull
Release thee from thy hell
Words ached to be written
In all respects their story shall be given
The dead speak from beyond the grave.
Its the past i attempt to save.
Torturous crimes will be told
The rest comes crashing down, a story will unfold 
Beautiful nightmares and excruciating poetry 
Clutching to an endless memory
Leaving a porcelain world charred by remains 
Purity tarnished, innocence stained.
Scrawling its timeless tale in permanent ink 
With words of another
Etching cruelty into the forsaken
I will pay what's due,
Seldom are those who listen, those who will understand are few.
Written by Girlintheshadows
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