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Ten years ago today,
11:10 am, Tuesday.
23 wounded, 15 dead.
Hallways smeared in crimson red.

No one would forget the sounds.
Bullets ricocheted as they made their rounds.
A birth of a tragedy beyond comprehension,
no one foresaw the building tension.

11:17 proved to bring no disaster,
they needed to come up with a new plan faster.
Walking toward the scene of the crime,
a massacre to unveil at any time.

11:19; "Go! Go! Go!"
Run in fear of the duo.
at any cost avoid the bloodshed,
thinking quick to fall down and play dead.

911 at 11:25,
students struggling to stay alive.
four minutes ten seconds after,
no one could remember the sound of laughter.

"Peek-a-boo" Harris teased,
shot his gun as time freezed.
Recoil from the gun broke his nose,
"Do you believe in God?" as the story goes.

The thrill of the hunt soon lost it's charm,
debated using a knife instead of a firearm.
suicide ended their rampage at 12:08,
one of the worst school shootings known to date.

If dead could talk, what would they say?
Never forget what happened that day.
Think twice before you cruelly mistreat,
History has been known in the past to repeat.