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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The poor boy's got a temper, Rottweiler style With cigarette-loving parents and a mind full of worry When the lunch bell rings, he lets out a chuckle "They'll never mess with me again and they'll be afraid" Locker room tussles turned to punches and blood Black eyes became his signature makeup style Snapped his innocence like a freshly fallen twig Nobody would crash through the persona he'd build Glock in his art project, ammunition in pockets A trench coat blanketed his skinny, pale body When the shots rang out in cafe, his peers rushed To the closets, the small classrooms, the temporary havens Blood's on the young man's hands, but it isn't his Belongs to the peer who told him boys can't cry To the girl who rejected his invitation to prom To the football player who always managed to outshine him To the harshest, crankiest teachers And even that of the fellow man who clothed his back during hardship. And with a touch of his gun to the roof of his mouth A quick demise met the boy who chose violence While his name appeared in legislation and internet forums The ones of his victims turned into bright monuments For the athlete For the young girl For the educators For the bully And lastly, for the best friend The boy who chose to kill won't feel so godly But the victims, they live in our hearts like deities.
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