There is an empty world
It sits above our own,
Its silent souls
It sits above our own,
Its silent souls
Reflect to us
A silent warning,
Like a lighthouse on a rock,
Their
message,
Barely
heard,
Is
clear,
“This
world,
It
loves you not,
Our killers,
Our killers,
They still walk.”
Let their message
Never be forgot.
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