The silent noise of breaking dreams,
hits violently the soul.
Muffled sounds of full lung screams,
tear in my heart a hole.
When every night the good guys die,
why don't the bad ones win?
Where is our god when children cry?
They pay for our sin.
An endless wheel spinning down,
the God of Godless's crown.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/10/2010.
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