Assassins Hand

Assassins hands in bloodied claim Killed a child in his gods name Destroying his humanity His soul is dead tho he roamed free By judgement poorly made before Repeated deaths he claimed new score Revenge must take him swiftly now If indeed his God is just He sealed his fate with rendered hate For from his hand death emanates If right must reign let it reign now Swift justice on his life bestow His claim to death by murderous deed Sent child and innocence to share a grave We shed our tears for all we lost Tho pain is not our steepest cost For each child's death is yours and mine Our world has darkened by another's crime Hold back the hand that preaches hate Let this child's death uplift us all And bury hate with innocence Instill what love we're meant to share That we may one another love That each of us for other care. Corrine Schlessel @ 2015