Send Help to Your Children, Oh God

To the man who ended nearly thirty lives yesterday, including those of many young children:


      Are you satisfied with your deeds, I ask? Has your lust for blood been sated with the murder of many innocents?

      You were not in your own right mind when you committed this abhorrent crime, I realize. But who, save for yourself, is to blame for consuming the drugs and medication that weakened your resolve and allowed the Devil to control your actions?

      There is a woman who, until yesterday, served as a kindergarten teacher at the school you assaulted. Her name was Victoria, and she sacrificed herself in order to keep her students safe from you. After the school had executed lockdown, she ordered the children in her classroom to hide in the cubbyholes where they stored their jackets. She herself did not try to hide, but instead accepted her fate as she protected their lives. You shot her, but did not discover even one of her students who heeded the brave woman's advice.

      As if these monstrosities were insufficient, you even took the lives of your own parents. Your mother, a worker at the school you rampaged, was shot to death at your own hand.

      I wonder what thoughts ran through your mind before you put a bullet through your own head. Did you feel regret? Were you horrified at the tragedy inflicted by your own self? Were you still too high on drugs to realize what abominations you’d committed?

      May God bless your soul, no matter what sins Satan has perpetrated through you. You are His own, and that which He creates cannot be evil. However, due to His decision to grant you the responsibility of free will, your mind is still vulnerable to the Devil’s vice. It is only by His mercy and love that we are ever free from the Evil One’s grip.



To my almighty Father in Heaven, Jesus Christ,


      Jesus, our Savior, bless the many families influenced by this calamity. Soothe their shocked and miserable hearts with Your loving kindness. Speak words of comfort to them and those close to them, and graciously escort the souls of those killed to Your wonderful kingdom.

      Amen.






Okay. I heard about the shooting in Connecticut from my mom yesterday, and I just HAD to write something as a tribute to those poor families. This is more of a prayer than a story, but I just kind of jotted down what I was thinking and fixed it up into a post.

About the title. I don't even know, I couldn't think of anything and that's what I was saying in my head, so yeah.

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