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Home is where the heart is

Dying by their hands

The walls sparkle red

As the shit hits the fan

Leaning against the wall

Hearing the hate in their shouts

Listening to the pain in their brawl

Someone is slammed against the wall

Where to flee at such a time?

Where to go and live?

To their empty souls and minds?

Itís a shelter for a time

But when they come back

Since all things come home

What then?

Would their sorrow be known?

Go to your family

Open your door

"Welcome home

We wondered where our victims were"