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Just one hour of a beautiful Tuesday,
Just a few minutes of life, like any day, Just four speeding planes and a usual busy Man-hattan Pentagon, A proud America believing, no one on earth dare strike at her belly, But the sky came crashing on earth, Engulfing cloud of dust chasing screaming people into streets, Hundreds of panicked faces in the towering inferno cries for help..help....help collapsing ceilings...falling pillars... the Titanic of land came down, merged in the sea of fire and smoke. Pearl Harbour of new century in the making... Oh God! forgive them for they not know what are they doing ! Let's not be a party to savage war cry! May the victims' souls rest in peace...
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