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The Ballad of 9-11 (Ballad)
'Twas with horror they did in shock, awake to find love's lost, the foulest deed a man could see; innocent's paid the cost. As terror reigned above their heads, and they breakfast beneath, the malice of the troglodyte; appeared as they brushed teeth. First one then two sky chariots, imps casually hijack'd, a third and fourth soon followed them; as blades did swing and hack. The passenger's did sit there calm, thinking they'd soon be free, they did not know the devil's game; of his vile strategy. And he in cave did hide and laugh, so foist in abnegation, his demons gave up their young live's; fed an aberration. Now turning these flying machines, calamity ensued, the first of two did crash into, twin towers standing true. In third of four the passengers, did make a stand to say, you'll not use us to do this deed; since we will die today. And charging devils down the aisle, the bravest souls did dash, unfortunately for them all; the chariot did crash. The fourth one now was armed for war, aimed at the pentagon, the doorway there it went right through, a wall once there... now gone. So there my friends the count went up, as more lives now were lost, the beast so far away in ground; did celebrate their loss. As those twin towers fell to earth, and thousands... died inside, what I saw next did fill me up; my heart replete with pride! As dust did fill the air they breathed, the people round about, ran out into the streets below; to offer to help out. And those who went asked no reward, as they did battle on, those men and women struggled there; now they all act as one. This cowardly attack on them, was based upon race hate, and yet the people of all creeds; worked in united state. All nations standing side by side, and comforting each other, Red white and blue with stars their flag; the dead they did recover. And all that time the cancer ate, always hungry for more, but now the dragon is awake; it's beating at the door. The moral of this story is, do not make an error, in thinking that a nation; will give way to terror! For rather than divide people, they will join in sorrow, and then they'll come for you my friend; today not tomorrow!  
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