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terror equals war

By to some i am a poet

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this. what this means is... it's war. but what would they do it for? why did they have to come into our door making all of our American eyes sore? our senses are building tension and our attention is focused to the officials wondering what's to happen next. was it some kind of a hex? we're all perplexed by today's events and some of us lent our time our patience to those in need. so tell me, why did they want America to bleed? whatever the reason, you can be sure of a pay back or an end. the rest of the world is on our side, you killed some of their friends. don't be celebrating because of whatever you planned, you'll get what you deserve. then we'll once again, as a nation...stand.i wrote this one just a few minutes after the sept. 11th attacks. Written March 24th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 05:22 AM PST   0 • 10

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