Nine eleven.

by Seth Rowley   Mar 23, 2004


I woke up from a sound sleep.
my mind went into thinking deep.
How could some do that to that many americans.
Have people forgot how to hold hand and hand.
Were supposed to respect one another.
Not kill our brother.
I hope they catch that chump.
I would like to pretend he's a speed bump.
If he dont get caught, and pay for his sins.
He will surely be caught in the end.
Jesus will have his way with him.
and his chances to heaven will seem slim.

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