Like a flaming sword that slices
at the deepest recesses of the soul
Accidental death
leaves this gaping, engulfing hole.
Sacrificial gore,
red-hot flaming anguish
Like the pool of gushing life-liquid
magnified by embodiment of ineptness.
What is the purpose?
Who is to be blamed?
Can this be forgiven,
in the Name of all Names?
Where should we go for solace?
Thios blinding hurt is crippling!
Immobilizing the mind,
challenging the spirit.
Hope for fruit
from the young male seed
crushed as he's beheaded
in a flash of blinding speed.
A mother's womb contorts
a father's heart is squeezed
Lord please have mercy
on this family in need.
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