Sharp slivers penetrate the heart, another death is told.
Evil dealt a cruel hand, a terroristic goad.
All the weeping tears couldn't change the tragic unfold.
The fiery chamber is licked by flames, Satan's hold.

Crying in the streets hit the deafened ears of the enemy,
Who laughs in the face of the innocent hysterically.
They feel no compassion, yearning to rule the country.
An anvil is their smelting tool, innocence their flame of tyranny.

Humanity for another has been forgotten in their greed.
Innocent people became their destruction seed.
Crying in the streets is heard only by goodness in lead.
Comforting the suffering, His hand halts the emotional bleed.

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