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About This Poem
Class of 27
Lord I'm haunted by Lanza's eyes on the screen
Belonging to a nightmare, that killed dreams
The sound of baby screams
Rips my soul at its seams
Angelic voices redeemed
For the Choir of The King
Upon inception their wounds began to heal
27 sets of wings completed the deal
Playing hopscotch on the clouds with The Lamb
Never again, in the path of the damned
Eternal laughter with Jesus the comedian
Telling jokes about Loves ingredients
First day of school they learned to forgive
The helper of their life for being short lived
And the surprise was Ms. Soto teaching the kids
But Lanza will learn that God forbids!
By, Scribe ML
For Skat's 20+7 Vigil Contest
16 Bars of Lyrics
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