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<p class="Standard">Brutally murdered</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">Painfully silent</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">Mid-prayer</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">With trembling hands</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">At the altar as a sacrifice</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">Beneath the holy light</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">The choir still chants</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">As if their ‘innocence’ will suffice</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">As if the end will justify the means</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">As if blood can be washed clean</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">Their pleas grow stronger</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">The priest chokes on his sermon</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">The words he once held sacred</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">The audience praises like broken machines</p><div><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">With hollow mouths and empty eyes</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">And when the last note fades,</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">Silence hangs like smoke</p><p class="Standard"> </p><p class="Standard">Over what they’ve done.</p></div>
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What is the sum of 7 and 6:
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