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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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