It is quiet amongst

The screams and anguish

Of despair

Of those with lost love

Whom

Look for others to

Share their plight

That is so near

And yet to come

For have they not

Made choices for

What was already

Begun

Their own decline

And damnation by

The works of mouths

And hands

Can no longer in

Contemplation

Be denied

Now that all is said

And done

For judgment has been

Passed and you have been

Found to be wanting

Within your souls

For the death of the

Innocents