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Robert Guerrero Nov 2015
The sound of gunshots
A silent crowd
Terror filled in a moment
Bodies scattered
Is this the world we came to create
Violence and death
A endless stream of blood
Just to get a message across
Too many lives wasted
As tears fall
Whats the point of living anymore
When death lurks around every corner
Hunting down innocence
With the barrels of evil intents
One prayer for Paris
Ten million for the lives of those taken

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