Blame

Ashen white, soul less, a shell.

Barren empty eyes look at nothingness.

Limbs frigid in deaths pose.

Ghastly dried tears, there paths froze.

Last breaths, gone too soon.

Cast aside from life's race,

deprived of happiness our of face.

Death's frightful mask.

Frozen upon there face.

Brought to this act,

out of fear, hatred and malice.

Trading eternity in god's embrace.

For eternity in hell's rage.

Life's forlorn stories written for all to face.

Carrying our own disgrace.

Turning a blinds eye,

for in the end we are to blame.

© 2009 Jennifer Bergerson

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