September 22, 2009
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A cross of stone
Lays in the grave
Of the one without a heart
To save their soul
From the deeds
They have done

A cross of rose
Flutters through
The grave of the hearted
Whisking their soul
To the great beyond

No cross lay in the grave
Of the cruel
No pity for ones
Who gave none
They lay there
Rotting in the cold
Hard ground

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