Heaven's Tears

Lord bemoans his forsaken Lambs
Long ago a brother killed a brother
Now our children carry on his legacy
Pain, destruction, deolation, revenge
These are the things Cain gave them

A civil war takes place in our streets
Brother against brother our Children fight
For the right to destroy themselves
They mock their mother's crying heart
And mimic forgotten fathers lost

The rain falls as tears from above
Washing Abel's blood from the street
Yet the dark legacy lives on still
In our children's angry hearts
Where even Heaven's host won't tread

Their guardian angels stand by helplessly
As the children rage on against their advice
All of Heaven cries out for our children:
When will the bloody streets be cleansed?
When will Cain's hidden war so end?

- Andrea J. Hatfield,

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