I hear silent screams throughout the land. Screams echoing through corridors of shame, ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain. Love child never to be loved. Whirlwind s**ed up and k**ed the dove. Red blood dripping on a white sheet. Quenching another innocent heartbeat. I hear silent screams throughout the land. Across sterilized floor agony does float. Men performing infant d**h wearing pure white coats. Two lovers touhing one is above. Under banners of lust or was it love? Love tale that never will unfold. I ask "Who loves the little soul?" I ask "Who loves the little soul?"