The blood is soaking, cheery on my palms,

I’m holding bodies, family now gone.

First one to go, a girl named Brie, uncalm

And panicked. Rape was hers, the pills at dawn

Were taken, knives too deep. A rope ended Brie,

The beauty brown, her smile had vanished. Night

Has killed the dawn, another friend who died

To bullets shot abroad, the bombs in sight

That burned her building down; colors of death

Painted its  hue shameless. Finally, my love,

Her hair of scarlet, eyes of Earth, her breath

Had met insane demise, slit wrists she wove.

Alone and teary, life is dreary, wed

To misery and cored to all the dead.

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