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When the sun peeked out from the clouds
The little children played
But when darkness shrouded the crowds
The city would be slayed
It happened only on Friday mourns
Silence echoing there
The evil, sharp like devil’s horns
Flashed its ominous smirk and glare
Satan wrapped his hands around them
They burned into his flesh
He hung them like petals on a stem
Connected like wires of thin mesh
No one knew that to be saved
Just dig each other out
Of the charcoal graves that have been paved
With sin and lust and doubt
