27 June 2012
My words soon made scarce, Unnatural in the dark That was my faith Now a dying race.
No sense of who I am The leader I was The path I chose How their faces froze.
The countless pleads for forgiveness As they held their breaths A child's wine A mother's cry.
An act of mass murder It kills us all On that fall down to the ground Pray without sound Together we are sacrificed.
Suicide • Opuss № I