Grief

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Two thousand one, nine eleven,
four thousand plus enter into heaven.
They are so young, so fragile, and weak,
As the Lord takes there hands and begins to weap.
Come unto me, He begins to explain...
For you are the four thousand that has died today.
Yesterday there was just the same,
Who died a death, that was not in vain.
I know you all wonder, where is your remembrance,
But know this for sure, I have not forgotten there wickedness.
You must understand, the world loves its own,
And that is why the death of the unborn they condone.
September 11th was just my way,
Of giving them a show of the judgment day.
I tell you now, they will not repent;
And for that they will pay a great consequence.
So for now, I will restore all ye millions of babes,
And I will place you in my army, for that great Judgment Day!

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