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The clock strikes and there is silence.
No sound of children's laughter, nor any sign of peace and joy in this world.
The silence is broken by the deafening shots,
Followed by the screams of terror.
Chaos in the street breaks out,
and the tears of sorrow can be heard around the planet.
The darkest hour is yet to come.
We greive for the innocent souls,
but it won't erase the memory of their horrifying deaths.
The gleam of madness in his eyes will be forever instilled in their nightmares.
I listen to hear the sounds of childhood, but I am only greeted with silence.