Colored faces, trapped inside, behind the bars they sit.The screams have been silenced,
but the frozen stone capture the torture once found here.
Above rises heaven and hell through crosses never sworn to.
Dark gestures that cast stones never allowed to being thrown.
There they stand blinded with power and their false messages.
Like Magestic shadows against the sky the memories fades away.
Once so powerful, now forgotten into vague stories of the passed.
All things comes and goes, not even rocks can stand and last through time.
Strong and bright are now weak and darkened.
By Erika Lorde 3-1-12
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