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In Hell You Will Burn

I’ll never understand How you could be so cruel To take a child in this way From the arms that held her dear The pain and suffering you have caused The fear this child endured Did you think you would get away with it? Did you think no one would care? The heartbreak her family now must face The tears they will always shed Their life now with only memories Of the child you took today This sadness fills my heart This anger fills my soul For the pain and suffering you have caused To this beautiful little girl. The only comfort I can find In this cruel mess you‘ve made Is to know she died to protect all others From all that she endured I may never understand The sick mind that you have Just know that everyday I pray In hell you will burn someday.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/16/2015 3:37:00 AM
Powerfully penned down
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Date: 2/12/2015 12:47:00 AM
Oh Janet... This poem of yours brings out the frustration that most of us harbour. Very sad and frustrating, but can't be reversed for the individual naturally. Regards Janet - Lindsay
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Janet Eaton
Date: 2/12/2015 9:36:00 AM
Thank you Lindsay, Have a great day Lindsay Janet
Date: 2/6/2015 6:16:00 PM
Is this about the IS attack on the young American woman that we heard about in the news? You did a good job conveying the anger and injustice in this poem.
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Laura Leiser
Date: 2/6/2015 9:27:00 PM
Oh, I'm very sorry to hear about this. I guess I should have paid more attention when you said "child" in the poem. Sorry for the community's horrific loss.
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Janet Eaton
Date: 2/6/2015 6:26:00 PM
No Laura, This is a poem about an 8 year old girl that was abducted by an assistant coach at a school here where I live and was killed

Book: Shattered Sighs