She questions faith
Dead child in arms
If theres a God
He wont explain
Is he good or bad
A sadist insane ?
A politician
Or an alien brain ?
Those that worship
Wont let her rest
Blood soaked
She tried her best
But bullets and bombs
No conscience have
Only people
Tears sad.
She doesnt want to know
Of mysterious ways
Guardian angels
Her child they failed.
Its no time for chants
Or holy oil
Putting her child
In cold, cold ground.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Online) - Published: June 20th, 2025 01:59
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