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One Week Later

By Doret67

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The fires still burn and smoke rises, The rubble is still piled too high. The cities return to their working Not knowing how many will die. And die they will, by the thousands.. "Vengeance is Mine " saith the Lord, But "Dead or Alive" we will have him, And war may be our lasting word. This war will be unlike any others, Not contained by geography now But encompassing all, and the masses. The victims are all of us now. The enemy lives in among us In each world-wide city and state. The world is a warren for hiding, And the foe is known only by hate. Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 11:06 PM PST   0 • 9

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