Twenty flowers pulled up
Ripped out
Cruelly plucked
A garden less beautiful
Just dirt where they stood
Twenty fires put out
Smothered
Stamped to the ground
The world a little darker
Because of one single dark cloud
Seven guardian angels defeated
Knocked down
Defences depleted
Their bravery is something
That should bring pride to the grieving
Twenty seven innocent souls
One hate fuelled monster
Around which all this revolves
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