It Falls on That Day
Fiery arrows, bullets, shells all fly
Collide with a building that cannot cry
Angry flame steals away
The days of the building’s sway
Many times has it come through
With a mighty and powerful breakthrough
But now it is blown to shreds
Although it may be fixable
It has been destroyed by those few syllables
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