A distant cry, a cry of pain,
The bellowing and that anguished rain.
I trembled and crumbled deep within;
I knew, they are not coming back.
All they wished, were showers of bliss,
Not knowing it’s a deep abyss.
As they dived and hived off to their end,
I know, they were not coming back.
My lord I know you watch and care,
But some faiths are broken beyond repair.
Bless them all and bestow them peace,
For my lord, they are not coming back.
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