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An Atheist and a Child
Motionless in a bronze box, Forever stilled, forever gone. Death kills innocence He was afraid… So young, so confused… Where is Grandma? Forever stilled, forever gone… Those words would never Ease his pain Warm hand on his shoulder… He was afraid. “Grandma will be okay… Grandma is in Heaven… With God."
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