| Night before the day rises,
When birds have gone to roost; And men snoring into deep sleeps, Evil is cooked in their environs And under their noses. Little did they know it would be thrown Into the market of their neighbours. |
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| In the dawn of the morning,
Disciples of death have met; And the journey to death begins. Amongst the unsuspecting commuters, They mingle and walk freely in the tubes, As the blast of death rings through them; |
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| It's journey to an unfathomable depth,
Rather than to a destination. Fifty people and five lost their lives. As the day gives way to dusk, Its reality dawns on us; Cries of pain:unbelievable,wickedness,the date 7/7, Rent the air. But with these cries, |
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| London stands bold;
And the world stands defiant. |
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