Imagine a little girl...

In first grade, just as happy as can be.

Her life flips, confusion enters, faith breaks in.

Her brother was murdered.

She doesn't know why.

She doesn't know how.

She just wants to see him, 

To hold him.

Everything happens for a reason.

But why in that way

with that type of pain. 

Murder is evil.

It's the devil.

It should be demolished.

I would trash it like a banana peel.

So no little girl orboy ever has to feel.

That same pain.

The horrid pain.

The broken heart.

That I felt.

When my brother was killed. 


It's what brought me through.

The murder rates need to decline.

So that faith can be used for other things in the soul.


The evil killing machine.


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