No sleep for sinners

He lived his life on his own
Now he’s destined to die alone
The recurring dreams of his crime
Back again one final time

To remember it all is what he needs
To save himself from those sinful deeds
He thinks of all the children lost
Back there in hell, that holocaust

Whenever he slept they were in his dreams
Through the night he would hear their screams
Like a thousand crying souls rising from the dead
Like a thousand dying orphans who hunger to be fed

These terrors plagued him late at night
Under the covers gripping tight
In the morning begging please
I cannot take more dreams like these

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poem by Joey Mann
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