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Somber silence, gasping for air

Her hands run through her tangled blonde hair

A mother's torment written in prose

Laid out before his cut open throat

In these halls she mourns eternally

For the child so cold and gone

In these halls she mourns eternally

Gone is the son

Through the church, her cries echo on

For someone to bring back her butchered son

Her pleas fall on the deaf angel's ear

The one who realized her greatest fear