The Terror in Nice
Savagery the sight clearly sees
yet blear is the state of mind
Beyond such pain, numbness ensues
the shredded spirit is left behind
Shrieking voices hit notes
no musician could rival
To relive the horror such as
is the curse for any survival
Unnatural destruction had passed your path
where ruins bore the deepest of wound
Be healed in no time! Rid of the loath!
Meet the days ahead to mend
Anew to your former glory!
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