Manchester's Grief Is Also Mine

Manchester's grief is also mine, but painful to bear... hearing terrified screams piercing the evening air; young lives are sacrificed to appease his hatred that demands blood... who would do such a horrible thing, if not a worthless and a coward? Would he see those seventy-two virgins at his feet? This vile murderer will burn in Dante's inferno with others who are worthy of continuous torment in fiery flames: this is not the Promised Heaven, he will gnash his teeth! My rage is immense, it's a mind filled with fury, seeing the blood-streaked faces escaping the carnage; why have they done to deserve this? No glory awaits you deplorable thug with that defiant image! Fear is not in me, but anger can't be contained... seeing the young lying faced-down bleeding to death, what have you accomplished insane and heartless lad by taking those vibrant lives? You earned God's wrath! Manchester's grief is also mine, stand fearlessly and quickly drive out the enemy; nothing saddens me more today... than twenty two coffins when bells toll, not chime! Written on 5/24/2017