Judgment

Black is the midnight sky,

White is where comforts lie.

In purgatory between heaven and hell

The souls in gray wait and dwell.

They wait until their time has come

To be judged for what they've done.

Their choices are what led them here,

Away from those that they held dear.

Then they think of what they did

And the sins that they must rid

From their souls as when they killed,

When the blood of innocents was spilled.

As they wait, they remember

What happened that day in September.

They sit and think that, as others said,

Their hands would be stained forever red.

For they had killed many

And they would pay.

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A/N: This is a poem I made a while ago about September 11th. It was for English class, as a memorial to the people. plz review.