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Life of tragedy
Wreckage of tears
Sound of crying
And hugs with fear.
Smell of twisted metal and burnt wood
Disappearance of love
Covered in blood.

A trail of broken relatives
Left behind
To hose down the flames of loss,
To search for clues
To a catch twenty two.

Memories forever as new leaves fall
Frozen tears leaving rivers on an old face,
You did the only thing possible
Act-stop- and
Die
For a cause

Red-White-Blue
Good bye
Blue sky.