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The Howling
The screams and cries of the people,
They burn deep into my soul.
Scream for salvation,
The howling is forever.
Howls of the wolves,
Howls of the wild.
The knife slices deep into the skin,
The warm liquid red seeping out.
Holding life catiously,
Scream.
The child dying in the arms of the mother,
She howls and begs for her life to end.
Yet she lives on,
To carry the burden of what she's done.
Stay alive.
Camp filled with the cries of children,
They're silenced one by one, the howling heard miles away.
Crying.
Wanting to die the knife on the throat,
Unwilling.
Unable.
Begging for forgiveness,
I'm sorry my child.
Not there for him she's finally put to rest,
Easing her misery.
The wolves they howl in pain of the loss.
Maybe now she will find forgiveness,
In that haunted place as death.
But life will never change,
For The Howling stays the same.
