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4.20.1999
Day after day passed by
Hurt so bad, inside he’d cry
Lost to dark and the Devil
Didn’t know it’d get to this level
Their plans were set
All the expectations met
This seemed like the answer
To him living with this “cancer”
The day finally came
The morning just the same
As he walked into the school
No one knew he could be such a fool
The time came to finish this scene
He could turn away from an act so mean
But time would tell this story
And all its infamous glory
Shots were heard from around the world
The hairs on everyone’s head curled
Blood had been shed
And the Devil was fed
It took only a second
‘Til death beckoned
And with his last shot
The battle was fought
With him 13 lives did he slay
And 15 crosses are there today
After cheering for their deaths
Their fateful match was met
Parents grieved for their kin
Four, for their sons’ terrible sin
“National Marijuana Day”
21 hurt, 15 dead where they lay
For one, faith was her fate
Time added with unending hate
Her life seemed so short
But was left with no other resort
As the killers came closer, still she laid
Shaken with fear, she knelt and prayed
If she was to die, she knew it was planned
‘Til the very end, she would take a stand
Cold mussel to her head
And her feet feeling like lead
They asked her what she believed
She had practiced this, and was relieved
She knew what had to be said
Even if her death was where it lead
So with her final word of “Yes”
She passed life’s fatal test
She wasn’t any special teen
She knew the effects of being mean
But with her unbinding faith
Her destiny was incased
How could she have known
That her faith could have shown
That she would die this dreadful day
Ending with “why do you pray?”
Her story still amazes me
Shows me where I need to be
I will never forget Columbine
April 20, 1999
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