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September 11th
Like a thief, it came at night It crucified the innocent It petrified the brave It left the rich poor, the poor beggar. Like a lion, it chewed on the skin of its prey It teared out the heart of many It left the bones to decay It buried the soul under its thick fur, a fur of fear...
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