Helping Hands {CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme}

Many helping hands greedily reach out to accumulate,
So lost and cold, something rests in Divine's hand; children's fate.
Broken, yet screaming in great delight, children grab helping arms,
Ignoring Creator's precious screams that those hands will do harm.
Eight-thousand children smile to the sky with forgotten ways,
Grabbing, reaching helping Angel's hands with more than final praise.
Thanking them for taking their lives and not letting their hearts stray.
For this is the most maliced in all of suicidal traits.
Picking up little children, smiling at them, uttermost charm,
As the 'helping Angel's' take the children's last and final days.

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Understanding: The children are young, but they lost all hope, for the wanted to kill themselves, but didn't know how (because they were so young). Thus, the angel\'s took them in their 'helping hands' and killed them... Taking what rests in 'Divine's Hands'. Make sense now?
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The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consisting of one 10-lined stanza.
The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC and a syllable count of each line is 15.