

TerrorTerror in his eyes. Silence breaking cries. He is the demon of tomorrow. And the evil of today. He is the one. In school with a gun. Watching his classmates run. So many lives now done. To him this is fun. Watching the 16 year old girl's son. Become an orphan child. What's happening in school today, Is nothing far from wild. What happened to the killer? What made him such a mess? What happened to this boy, To kill his hope for joy? Did no one ever answer, His desperate cries for help? Did no one care enough, To save him fromTerror
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i shook his head he spoke i could not understand. he was coverd in flies and afterbirth
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i shook his head he spoke i could not understand. he was coverd in flies and afterbirth
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