There is no peace for those they leave behind. There is no comfort for those that bury their sons and daughters, killed by a psychotic killer with a weapon of war.
The fire of discord burns in the hearts of those that hurt. While the dead lie in cold graves that provide no comfort, to those that walk the Earth.
Children must flourish with the innocence of young love and lofty dreams. Not sleep in eternity, defined by the tombstones that, like angels, watch over their final resting place.
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