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Searching through the rubble
of twisted steel and dreams.
The air is thick with burning flesh
and agonizing screams.
The gates of hell are open now,
in the midst of our fair city,
And satan's wrath consumes us all,
without guilt, remorse or pity.
The sky is filled with tortured souls,
seeking the higher power.
And the streets are red with American blood,
below the fallen towers.
In the Middle East, they celebrate
their sad misconception.
While the fires fuel, and the power builds,
for the U.S.A. REDEMPTION !

Jack Hall

Copyright 09/11/01