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Poem Text
our wounds come at first breath
in the blood of a garden at rest
toil cursed upon our commute
commissioned to die in our youth
society held captive by the terror
fame and fortune look at me
skill not on merit my cowardice be
i am the shooter set me free
The verse below has gone through some revisions over the last many years, but not many. The day it was written is still fresh on my mind, yet time has allowed for perspective. The name of the poem could have been Columbine, or Roseburg, or any number of names, it suits most senseless shooting crimes. The words seem to ring true to me no matter the title. Evil may have won on this day, but ultimately its time is fleeting. The original post is still available.
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