It is not that it died.
I know it had to.
For everything everyone has to one day.
Death is the truth which sustains life itself.
But that, it died so soon.
But that You killed it.
But that, I was away unaware when You did.
But that I had faith in it, faith that it would live.
Live more.
Live more.
But that You killed it.
And I know no court to appeal.
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