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Figure 14

The light so blinding,

I shield my eyes,

I plug my ears,

To soften the cries,

My blindfold comforting,

It must be doing the trick,

The screams grow louder,

Something I can’t predict,

The light seeping through,

Images I don’t want to see,

You take my hand in yours,

And stand by me,

My blindfold disintegrates,

Due to the blinding light,

I am forced to look,

And it’s not a pretty sight,

The screams shatter lives,

My eyes start to cry,

The people scream in agony,

Just before they die,

Taking their lives,

One by one,

He tortures their souls,

And is never done,

The light seeping through,

Images I don’t wish to see,

You take my hand in yours,

For your last love is me…

-Ana N.P.-