Let me paint you a picture, a world so dull.
A black and white canvas, a cracked skull.
Glass lay shattered,
the rain on the road,
three boys of seventeen, different eras.
For the first is thirty-four,
the second, twenty-five.
Only the third remains young,
but they've all grown old fast.
For when one dream broke,
the others followed,
all stabbed out of them
by a greedy monster.
A counselor, a teacher, a boy, a friend.
One man to blame, three men on the mend.
Blood and scars taint memories, no laughter, no joy.
The horror, it haunts. The men, they fall.
How many times will they get back up again,
when one day, they could lose it all?
[119 words]
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