Unthought thoughts, still forever forming;
Spirits continually rebirthing;
Forsaken children, with empty eyes;
The unforgiven, always trying to get on top;
And those on top, always sinking.
For being crushed:
...death is a small gift to ask.
For the innocent being tortured:
...retribution unneeded is still wanted.
Forsaken children, with eyes no longer empty...
But now full of rage and hate...
And a hunger that will never fade.
Revenge, more than exacted;
Another soul, never to be complete;
And another cycle, to never end.