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Nov 2015
Ashes smolder quietly on the ground

Death often has no sound

Flames spread so very quick

No time to respond to the Devils trick

Angels cry at innocence loss

Into heaven victims cross

Blame is put on the survivor

Denial is claimed; the people call lier

Punishment for living so it seems

Shot rings out that follows screams

Once a survivor; survivor no more

Judge reads verdict like it's a chore

Not guilty they found

Innocence is nothing if their in the ground

Devil smiles in his lair

Flames still rise up through the air

Evil strikes upon this town

Don't rise up instead they bow down

Why give into the Devils game

Its us who feeds the flame
SJ
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SJ  Arizona
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