June 29, 2011
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Red Crime falls on eyes.
Taking matter with vigilante cries.

Human carnage splatters walls.
In this town putrid crawls.

Chambered away lunacy shrills.
Torture sinners, secrets spills.

Masks still running wild.
Victimized bodies highly piled.

Gun powder dusts the sky.
Down the town crumbles,from lack of rely

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