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September 11
There are new times in America today, does theology come into play? To blame U.S. policy is not the way. Can we prove a nation standing as one, inflict more damage than a suicidal minion. History tells a story to all that bens an ear, in the end will our history end with a tear. Not one of sanctity oh god we pray that you here, people pray to thee in fear; is the end near? A city kid sees the world as a nuclear village, young and angry rebels they begin to pillage. Looking deep into the pit of the human sole is the lack of the human spirit missing as a whole. I think not… A slow breakdown in the big city cast an ominous shadow of destruction on many. Two massive structures heap in death casting a shadow no more, time is a gift we all want more, to sore into the light of the evermore. Is it our destiny what we accomplish and nothing more, but horror and hell, the smell of death and war? James C Bryant Jr. November 26, 2001
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