Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014





Come with me
I want to take you to a place
I know it’s after midnight
But it is really important
It’s eerie and smells like death
Look around at all the graves
There are hundreds of them
Not a pleasant sight I am sure
Hold your heart
I am about to show you scariest thing in the world
Just look closer to the tombstones
Spine chilling isn’t it?
The length of life of those who lie in these graves
1 month, 4 months, 9 and half months
Some didn’t survive even a day
Some lived to the tender age of 10 or 12
There were only few which lived longer than that
I know the questions that have been rising in your mind
Why did this happen?
They were just little babies who should have lived fulfilled lives
Why destiny isn’t fair and God is cruel

But it will shatter your heart into millions pieces
When I will tell you they were all murdered to death by one
The sorrow is slowly turning into anger mixed with hate for the one who did that
I need you to strengthen your heart for what I am about to tell you next
This revelation might take the ground off your feet and sky from your above sending you into a black hole
The one who didn’t hear the shrills of those little beings
Who looked into their innocent eyes and stabbed them to death
The one who has their blood in his hands and is condemned to an eternal hell
Is no one but you
You are the murderer of those little souls
Those babies lying in the graves are nothing but your dreams
This is you who dug their graves
This graveyard is in your name
I hope you will enjoy the master piece you have created for yourself
I don’t know how you are going to drag this burden until your last breath
But all I can say to you is all the best.

P.S. Dead dreams- most haunting spirits

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