His words struck the boys like a car on a slippery night
crashing into their lives and destroying what they thought they knew.
As the news sunk in the rain began to fall
and the thunder of their pain grew into a storm.
Innocence had been killed too early
the victim of a moment’s lapse.
The words of the youngest would haunt them forever,
the first words spoken, the voice in the darkness.
“Daddy, who will be my godfather now?”
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