Poetry

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Rachel Joy Scott

Rachel Joy Scott always knew,
God would sincerely forgive,
Bit by bit,
She grew into God’s outstanding fit,
Rachel Scott performed her mime skit.

This girl knew there is love,
From the Father’s royal residence above,
She adored journalism,
This compassed heroism.

Terror took commotion here on Earth,
At this actual school, Columbine,
People maintain these episodes in numerous minds.

Rachel Joy Scott’s sonnets,
Were composed well-versed,
A lot of people can be convinced,
The spectacle only gets worse.

This young teen assisted a man,
With a punctured tire,
She keeps carrying out honorable deeds,
When citizens are in needs,
That is why groups and crowds admire.

She proceeds from God’s heart,
This concluded, God’s arranged footprints,
This wasn’t a coincidence,
Or just an experience,
It was a mapped out catastrophe,
No one noticed the men’s abomination hints.

Rachel knew God was her Designer,
She would do greatly every thing,
Recognizing God is her authoritative King,
She avails her pen and ink,
To make families and friends’ brains puzzled or think.

Rachel achieved her goal,
Almighty Lord constructed her and others,
Their hearts of gold,
Since they succeeded and did what they were told.

The thirteen that died,
Claimed the unique prize,
Many citizens began to come close to a compromise,
All the grief reports must be summarized.

Love grows,
As the thirteen being recognized,
By responding to a yes or no,
Two antagonism hearts and souls,
Generated striking and strong videos,
Of the overruling show,
The exhaustive universe now be acquainted.

Life is just a companionship melody,
Folks are trying to do what is right,
Approximately at fault or astray,
The pain and devotion is remaining today.

Seeking moments of truth,
What became known of the cause of the youth?
This will be for ever more,
Some victims were even sophomores.

These limericks conduct a passion story,
And thoroughly imports sorrowing glory,
The door to Heaven is opened or closed,
These victims secured their own roads.

God clustered their voices,
They want you and every person,
Commit or resolve to assemble,
A frail yes or no choice.

Do what you’ve been told,
Chase your dreams,
Don’t master any beastly or unholy scenes.

Keep being active for God,
You may might be righteous,
To become identical,
To the warm-hearted girl,
Rachel Joy Scott

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