No Sighn-of-Heaven on 9/11 to inspire-writers
Just homage to require-lighters for lost firefighters
But we oughta-be-rebellin how Osama brought-his-fellons,
People jumping from windows, burnin rotten-and-smellin
Hotter-then-Hell,-I-heard-the-daughters-yellin
And the Fathers-who-fell-and-popped-like-watermellon
This may turn into a nastier-war
Like the massacre-of-gore to the passangers-aboard
The thoughts that we unravel-hands-our-mind-the-reinactment
As we travel-through-the-sands-of-time and wonder where our tracks-went
The pain attacks-can-vent is strong enough to crack-cement
a dozen-taxes-spent Passin customs-was-a-relaxed-event
We we're trustin-but-facts-we're-bent against Muslim-Sacriment
When that 2nd plane hit I knew it wasn't-an-accident
I'll smack-a-man from Pakistan with the back-of-my-hand
And attack a whole Iraqi-clan like Jackie-Chan
With my shotgun drawn plus a Vietnam bomb
To put Osama and Saddam and Rotten dot com
But every instance-combined-of-my-contraversial-scary-rhymes
Can compare how infants-died-on-those commercial-airlines
In cockpits with boxsnips in the planes-they-sent-em-on
Repent-is-gone, burning like the flames-of-the-Pentagon
But to be more-fair this was a spookier-gore-scare
I said the Lord's-Prayer against a Nuclear-War-Fair
I don't know-what-to-say, except God will show-the-way
And we can only hope-and-pray for everthing to be okay
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