Connecticut Shooter

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Today, I discovered who you were

And also I discovred the legend you left behind.

Surely, you are the true king of cowards.

The definition of all things weak and un-Godliness.

You think your soul is safe

Now that you've escaped this physical world?

Oh, but I know where they store the souls of the likes of you.

I know where they will store you.

And I promise you

Earth would have been a better palce to dwell.

These children, these beautiful children shall be resurrected.

Their souls restored.

But you, you will get what you deserve.

And although you've escaped this physical world

You're soul temporaily departed into the heavens

Keep in mind what goes up

Must also come back down.

 

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