Upon mid morning near two,/tormenting now the knowledge hall through. Quietly came to Columbine/clad in cloaks of black, Beneath bonded as kinsmen/kindly belonging in form and face. But rage did rule them now;/near outcasts were these boys in black. Revenge coerced their course;/condemnation was their cure. They glided through gates unguarded/unto passing peers who knew their names. Their objective was openly hidden;/hall to be hindered in hate. Donned in darkened masks/made detection most denied. Grimly they raised guns and fired/frightening all in fear. Surmounting strength they felt,/fueled by screams and flight. They pursued their panicked prey,/putting them down in pain and death. The battle brewed for hours/holding no hope for any in hiding. Some in kindly company/concealed themselves with careful care; Staying safe without sound/so as to deter discovery. The dreadful duo did plunder long/lashing out at many pure peers. They carelessly condemned comrades as if gods,/good knowing they could not; Showering the hall in shameful blood,/before themselves they shot. The lucky escaped with their lives/leaving loved ones lying lifeless. The captured clan of Columbine/comes complete to the hall, Weeping the day of bloodshed/bequeathed to them that weary way. They will sadly remember/wrongdoings suffered by them severe, In that splendid hall of knowledge/known once for safety and care.
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