Burial
Love
For those afflicted
Kills
The one for whom they yearn
Fears call
From shattered skies
And worlds apart
Whispers are like dust
Silent screams are scattered
My faith in sacred bonds unbroken
It never happened
With peace in my soul
I cover up
What I adored
With this blackened earth, so help me God
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