Murderer

by Ashley Marie   Nov 3, 2004


Horror is seen
by children's eyes.
The scene unclean
see everyone cry.

Blood stains their clothes
and floods the ground.
Their eyes are closed
before they drown.

Images cover
television screens.
A mothers watching
she starts to scream.

Angels fall
as little souls burn.
The world cries
and does not turn.

I feel so bad
my heart is dark.
Fear fills the land
this day is marked.

And yet you smile
as children die.
The devil's killer
cannot cry.

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