11:17.
Why didnt they go off?
Our plan foiled, I look to V.
Plan B.
We walk up the west enterance.
Watching as their bodies tense up.
Fame and glory.
They'll soon see this from the news.
Using these victims as tools
Suckering the media in like fools.
Giving us just what we want.
Library.
Everybody stand up.
Land of victimization.
Now, our story is heard across the nation.
With every shot.
Even the last one.
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J