Gone
It hit me like lightening hits the ground
It left a hole in my heart that
burned with fury, pain, and fear
I screamed so loud that I pierced my own ears
I asked myself hy it happens to the innocent
I blamed it all on God saying it was all
his fault
I yelled I hate you to him
more than I ever knew I would
But Satan created death
he created death, he created pain, and
he created fear
Satan was happy when I yelled at God
But now I don't yell at him
I know that God is holding us tightand that he is keeping my uncle safe up in
Heaven
Even though it is hard we will all
get through this together
I love you Uncle Freddy and my love
will last forever
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