The sky is red tonight

The air is made of silence

The ground is stained with crimson love

Dripping thoughts of violence

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The bodies lay across the floor

(Thirteen, to be exact)

Their eyes wide open in pure fear

Their wounds recall the act

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Heads are hung in silent prayer

To send souls to the LORD

As they pray, they do not know

Their pleas will be ignored

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The people each light ashen candles

In memory of this sight

A tear falls from a child’s eye

The sky is red tonight