Mistreated

The soul shivers on all you do,
For all the horrors you brew.
Awakened the dead from graves,
All those scars; that you had pave.

Hear that scream; their lurid cry.
You can’t clutch that burden even if you try.
Still they long, to live through.
They care for you besides your shrew.

You won’t even dare to peek inside
In that hollow unspoken fears reside.
Just gaze those eyes fill with tears, 
Please man fear no one, but fear whom all fears.

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