Seven am April Sixteenth is the day
Death came to school to play
he slipped through the shadows of the early morn
screaming of his hurt and pain
as he started on his terrible campaign
It was Flinchum and Steger’s interpretation
That made the determination
To send a communication
“all is safe death has taken a vacation”
The phones ringing
to a cold and deaf ear
Saying the killer was not near
Lying on the floor
scared and full of dread
be still and don’t move anymore
To survive pretend to be dead
It was Cho’s alienation
That started this annihilation
That stole 32 souls away
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