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by Willow   Apr 24, 2007


All those live taken,
Because of one psychotic man.
All the blood spilled,
Across that land.

All those bullets fired,
Killing everything in their path.
All those dead people,
Lying in a blood bath.

All those terrified people,
Jumping from the windows.
All those determined policemen,
Comforting the weeping widows.

All those lives left,
Will live in fear ever day.
All those crying eyes,
Will watch the nightmare replay.

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