37/41 MHA

What darkness lies beneath these veils of ones and thousands with a beleif that they themselves bring light where darkness wept.  

Delivered through hollow fangs of steel with venomous intent bestowing upon thee clarity they think through there good intentions and instruments of the serpents will to hush and still the voices from within thy mind granted as a the only comfort I've known after the suffering which would make an angel weak and bring a god to cry.

Where now do I lay but within this shroud of darkness deep where my free will dare not speak for fear of the mighty bell that toles when whatever strength is left within me dares to speak with a resounding voice that what they are doing is wrong.

There is no choice there is no free will there is only silence within these hallowed walls where angels themselves fear to tread for fear of being they themselves noticed no peace nor contentment will be found here all is lost to the damping of my pain as the bell once again tolls to the falling.

Once again the shrieks and the cries of the fallen soul resonate inside these hallowed walls as ten turn on one as the bell once again tolls.

The rage within me holds me fast in the fetal pose which would otherwise comfort me though in this instance serves to protect, tears fall from my eyes with thoughts for the one who once again tastes the venom of the serpents hollow fangs.

It won't hurt the serpent decries with quickened heart as the fangs pierce the skin of the victim and once again all falls still, in that moment at least there is silence as the linchers pat each other and wipe the sweat from there own forsaken brows.