Still Burning Eight Years Later.
~Still Burning one year later!~~~ ©-MFB III
Four holes in our hearts one octagonal two square and one ragged edged flaming field hole two footprints cross our minds once soot filled now scraped clean of horror one voice rings out across the months of time passed " God, help Us, Jesus, ....Let's Roll!!" the heart of our nations defense has been pierced and we are no longer invulnerable Eight children died that fateful day in planes from ages 2 to 11 and perhaps two more children still missing from the WTC angels tended their broken bodies and held thier hands as their souls exited far too early from such vibrant flesh those angels sadly...furiously shook thier heads at the madness of men against the innocent as they led them to a better place the two year old looked back and saw that Mommy and Daddy were right behind her and they were all flying but there wasn't a plane anymore and no bad, mean men to hurt them she smiled brightly as they entered glory Hell expanded on that day as well reserving room for nineteen worthless souls who expected lots of women and paradise and instead were surprise to be reassembled into permanent residents from their evil impact on the world and burn now forever in agony times a million years for each person they murdered in the name of God Bin Laden has a place set aside there where caves won't hide him and no military might is needed the fiercest demons await his expected arrival soon! and will inflict intolerable suffering and gnashing of teeth upon his wretched ..wicked soul Peace has slipped beneath the waves of grief and is presumed dead perhaps it will wash up on the shores of the isle of man and once again bring hope someday but for now let us remember...... shed tears... and protect each other from the insanity of these times ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ across the miles I send my love with these words of little comfort and regret for all that had to be ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for I am still burning eight years later with a passion for retribution resolution and eventually peace ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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