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Spree Killers
If we are lucky to wake every day But spare a thought for what i am about to say For many years and for what ever reason There appears to be, crazy shooting season Its not just recent, it goes back many years Always grief and many tears Below i highlight just a few Who perished as their bullets spew Uireyeong, S Korea in 1982 Virginia Tech he killed 32 In Dunblane, kids as young as 5 Access to guns, did not leave many alive These killing sprees and the reasons they do To take the life off me and you What turns these people into Spree Killers What flicks the switch, into stomach chillers Whether female, whether male What makes their respect for humans fail The hurt and pain as they shoot away Lasts not for tomorrow, but many a day What beggars belief, and i cant comprehend To face their music, so their crime doesn't end Instead they shoot themselves in the head Families hurt, never put to bed The only word my head displays Are these cowards, who end their days And leave behind such hurt and pain And thank the lord, they can't hurt again
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