Sta.sh
Forced to pay,
Locked away,
Declared insane,
In so much pain.
They wither to dust,
By the people they trust,
The life they live,
They will not forgive.
They're crying,
Some dying,
Feel their dread,
until they're dead.
Listen to they're screams,
Under the wooden beams,
Tied by cloth and chains,
As the full moon wanes.
Hear their nails scratch the doors.
Won't you feel some remorse?
Destruction of minds,
Behind all of your binds?
They suffer for crimes,
Souls covered in nasty grimes,
Such pitiful eyes,
Filled with lies.
Don't you understand,
That their pain is in your hand?
Can't you try,
To hear them cry?
Watch and learn you yuppies!
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Tearful 
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