Little girls
Little boys
All Bundle up
Playing in the snow
Never knowing,
Realizing,
The dangerously cold hearted world around them.
They twirl
And play.
They laugh all day
There mothers and fathers
Cant help but worry
Nobody wants to have there child taken from them
But look around
Just look,
What have we done?
What has the world turned into?
Baby killiers
Murders
Serial killers
School shooters
A world turned mad
Havent you a heart?
Or are you a cold hearted murderer
Like the sandy hook child killier
Yeah him
The one who shot and killied
Innocent chidreen
Then turned cowered upon himself
Taking his pity party to hell
Im only a child myself
And I get terry eyed just thinking
About the horrible crime
They where
so young
So Precious
Why would you want to take a child
Not yet having lived life hardly, from there loving caring family?
Sometimes I wish
That I could go back
And trade myself
To save them
Id rather him have killed me
Insteed of them
But I didn’t even know them
But in my heart
I feel for them
Ive lived 14 years
Some barly lived 6
Before they were selfishly taken from this earth
At lest ive got to exspirence some life laughter and joy
Things they now cant ..
But don’t worry
There life on earth may be over
But there stories are not
Because There life’s with god have just began
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