My heart speaks out
To all the survivors of Moore
No person should ever experience that
The feeling of being torn

A simple blow, is all it took
Giving a gentle smile
Then it spun like a never ending record
Creating the tornado, gruesome and vile

Oklahoma, Oklahoma
To the dozen of the deceased
I pray for you strong fighters
May you rest in peace

A smile gone wrong
Hundreds hurting
A rage gone too far
A memory of May twentieth two thousand and thirteen

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