Oh love mine, do you heed me?
Do you hear how sorry I am?  
Is the pain, worth what you see?  
Or must I learn to give a ****.    

It was just a bakery my love.  
Just a place for love and joy.
And with your guns;
****** did Fit you like a glove.    

Did nobody tell you what love is
Didn’t you see the faces.
How could you ******; for God alone
When gift of love is not your graces.  

Those were people I loved.
Those were faces I saw in crowds.
Didn’t your heart pound to slit her throat?
As you prepare her for her innocent shroud?    

Did you not see love a far?
Did you not hear of grace?
How angry must you have been;
How heartless must you have been?