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The Unquenchable Fire
The towers fell, & the world changed
And so began the great exchange
Of hate
Of lies
Of family ties
Severed at the soul of man
For what? Allah's master plan?
There was no god on that bleak day
Only man's abuse of a belief astray
The dust still gathers; our lungs still choked
As we try to escape from the fire stoked
Wednesday 11th September 2024 12:00 pm
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