Like the thorn of a rose,
You take your pose,
Changing the minds around you,
Just like I'm about to,
You scream in pain,
As your tears form the rain,
Your face shapes the sky,
But please do not cry,
For you my darling child,
The murderers that run wild,
Will be earased.
Dedicated to all the children who were murdered and were brought no justice for the crime.
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