So this is what happens when death arrives?
Draped in a cloak, such a cleaver disguise.
Holding our hands with innocent cries.
WHY THIS LITTLE BOY?
Everything dies.
He just can’t die.
He’s just a little boy.
With virgin eyes
Much to young for these tears to cry.
THIS ISN’T FAIR!!
I scream, while weeping his tears.
Hush young child, there’s nothing to fear.
I won’t let death rape you here.
Hell in a cloak shall not come near.
I’ll hold your hand, I’ll hold you close.
Hush young child, there’s nothing to fear.
We are in a place of peace, I’ll hide you here.
I rock him slowly, while consumed with fear.
I hold him tightly, I hold him near.
I keep on repeating “There’s nothing to fear, there’s nothing to fear.”
But its lost all meaning and now their here.
On this very day for one hundred years.

 
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