The Day Hell Paid A Visit. - Poem by guy lipmore
The essence of England on a fitting sunny day,
Was about to be blown away.
Anyone in sight was a target to die, ,
Innocence counted for nothing as ‘pellets of death' fly.
Carnage was done, the Devil had been and gone,
But his hellish act will remain on..
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