As you stare into the dark grey walls of a small cubical you now reside in

Do you think about them? 

Do you mourn them?

Do you regret STEALING 49 bright futures? 

You have no right to them, you don't deserve those sparks of light.

You wanted to SILENCE them. You wanted to vanquish their lights, but they glow brighter.

They burn.

Do you feel remorse? Anything?

Is there any prickle or sensation?

In a world full of hate, you brought us all together. 

Through your act of genocide, you created oneness. 

Acceptance.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. Only tranformed.

Their spirits live on, 

burning eternally.