That awful night
In the darkest hour of the night
Loud and impatient - a knock at my door
Two dark beings stood in uniformed might
From their lips the horror flew
My premonition had come through
In they came, messengers of Death
My heart fell upon the floor
My brain splattered against the wall
My stomach cemented into a knot
My thoughts together, I could not
That night struck through my bleeding heart
A vicious double bladed knife
An iron gate fell upon my soul
Smashed is my body, my heart, my soul
Sad, tormented, demented and stricken by grief
No where, but no where is relief
Shattered is my faith, hope and beliefs
And again, no where did I find God
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