In shadows deep, the weepers find their plight,
Their tears, a symphony of sorrow's song.
'The weepers shall be whipped, ' they fear, despite.
Yet still they weep, their hearts aching at night,
Their pain, a beacon in the dark and long.
In shadows deep, the weepers find their plight.
But let us see beyond the surface's light,
Embrace their tears, where empathy belongs.
'The weepers shall be whipped, ' they fear, despite.
For vulnerability, a strength so bright,
In tears, a testament, where truth is strong.
In shadows deep, the weepers find their plight.
Let judgment's whip be silenced by insight,
Compassion's balm to heal what's been wronged.
'The weepers shall be whipped, ' they fear, despite.
Together, we shall lift them to new heights,
Where weepers soar, their spirits ever strong.
In shadows deep, the weepers find their plight,
'The weepers shall be whipped, ' they fear, despite.
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