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The chaos ends, and the curtains call
Their visage juxtaposed to the blood splatter against the wall
One took ten, then One took One
It's all over, but the crying isn't done
Was it our fault? Did we deserve it?
What did we do for our lives to be deemed forfeit?
Our friends now found under 2 + 4 feet
I blame not the method nor the man
Rather the system that bred him necessary for its plan
To keep us afraid to question
The sidearm now the power of suggestion
When will it end? I can't be sure
I ask you, stand hand-in-hand for hope to endure