The silence sits very still,
Among the children it plans to kill,
The scheme was planned beneath his breath,
A bitter taste he will never forget.

An excruciating death patiently awaits,
A broken casket now takes their place.
A peaceful child sits in hell,
He whispers the story he shall never tell.

Among the others, who turn their back,
Their work is constant they must not slack.
He stands in silence for they do not care,
An exuberant pain the child could not bare.

The plentiful scheme once again,
He must sit in silence for it to be Planned.
One way or another he will kill them all,
A bitter taste now makes him withdraw.

He will not give up until the end,
A process so familiar he must begin,
The silence sits very still,
Among the children it plans to kill.