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405. The Blast

The blast destroyed more than some lives
Although we’ll grieve for those who died
It stole our innocence and crushed our hope
We’ll never return to normalcy even if we tried
What is it that makes people kill
Especially those who’ve never carried a gun
How can you justify such deaths
Afterward claiming victory as you hide and run
Children and women and the infirmed
Fell victim to your cowardly act
How would you feel if your own family died
Or went out one day never to return back
You’re a fool to believe God does smile
Or takes glee in what you’ve done
For when your time to die comes one day
From hell’s hounds you’ll then need to run


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