There's always struggle here. With senseless pain and murder. No mother's milk to sip. No innocence to nurture. May god be cruel to you. May he rain his hell upon you. We will grow strong from this. We will not be defeated. However hard they try. Over and over and over a thousand times. Through all this suffering. As fall turns into winter. We will be back again. And grown in newfound numbers. May god be cruel to you. May he rain his hell upon you. We will grow strong from this. We will not be defeated. However hard they try. Over and over and over a thousand times. We will grow strong from this. We will not be defeated. However hard they try. Over and over and over a thousand times