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Death is spread,

Their souls have fled.

A hole fills my heart,

The walls of the blackness growing further apart.

Nana,

Pepe,

Papa Ray,

The Newtown sun rays,

Boston,

And dear Rosie.

God, why do you do this to me?

Take away all that could mean something to me?

Please help me see,

Why you have to be,

Stealing the souls of the innocent,

The young,

And the loved.

Save my beloved heart from being swallowed into the darkness of death.

Reach out and shed light on my beating love,

Fly their souls down as a dove,

Let them live on Earth,

Watch over us in the hearth.

Death has spread,

Their souls have fled,

Help keep their memories in my head.

-ML

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