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In The Explosion
In the explosion, I saw the face of evil, I saw the tears of man. In the deluge of steel and stone, Our blood like rivers ran. From raging turbines came the foul, shrill voice of Hell. Our nation held its breath. and when we dared inhale again, we choked on glass and death. Unmoved, unafraid, Her torch more brightly burning, Liberty, with stoic eye, saw her people mesmerized as hate fell from the sky. Liberty's hand juts through billows of ash and pain torch-hand like that of Zeus brilliant like the love of God for the wounded the dying the hopeful as we rise again. (c) 2001 {user: mothermeatloaf}
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