The Tragedy
He mowed down so many
and the blood is still
warm on the ground
Leaders spoke of healing
Another mass murder
There are far too many of them
Blood, blood, blood
Screams, screams, screams
One asks oneself
whether people are really good
are are they evil
I read somewhere that there are places souls go which not even demons
dream of
That is the case
Find solace however you can
Peace, Shalom, Peace
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