In The Shroud Of Chaos

I’m at a loss for words      
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds      
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind      
Kindred hearts, unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend      
The mind of Satan so freely roams      
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes      
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast      
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet      
     
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the unsuspecting the deeds of their innocence      
No lamb's blood to cast over the door post to protect undeveloped lives as ancient customary of whence      
Plagues of dark hearts, plagues of fallen bodies riddles the land      
Bullets flying from the madness of a frenzied man      
NRA shouting, it’s not our fault, society do you not understand      
Guns don’t kill people if not placed in the wrong hands      
It's the second amendment, what don’t you understand or refuse to comprehend      
     
Too much blood has seeped the soil      
From plantations lynching, where ropes were tightly coiled      
Mental illness of the mind, no excuses accepted in these matters      
Plans of assignations and demise of others, as you stepped up to be the sole batter      
No worries who your evil may come to effect      
Unknown names, rich histories, their emotions you have never felt      
     
How much Lord must your wandering sheep continue to take      
Free will and a contest with Luckier to test localities, while deals with self-one maliciously makes      
Atheists gnawing at the Meek’s back, echoing, there is no God to claim      
The intellect must accept life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, which brings pain, or hellish rains      
When heavy hearts hang with no comfort in the whys, the perpetrator did not even know their names      
I have outlived my child whom I birthed, a casket of memories is all that will remain      
     
Give us a sign of peace down here      
I hear so many crying in the dark, silently shedding of tears      
Does the plight to love life determines our fate once we reach the sky      
To repent on knees after brutality, does that give freedom to cause chaos, where tears on earth still fall from the living eyes      
Where are you Creator of this beautiful universe      
To have masculinity spit upon the faith of your words, white robes holding bible in hands, shooting humans, riddled flesh with gunshot gapping wounds, it is a cosmic diabolical curse      
Bodies now being driven in a hearse    
     
Do You, not see the mistrust, if thy right hand offend thee then cut it off      
Then as a witness from above, the atrocities cast upon your children, if no relief then we all remain lost      
Don’t allow the Morning Star to intervene with spears of mischief taking the vessels of borrowed souls in such horrific scenes      
This world as we know it, as we inhabit it, is always cruel and so mean      
To the families still grieving, left behind      
Know this, their hearts is the thread interwoven as life ordained on the Creator’s time      
He makes no mistakes, if you can keep your faith, by fate designs