For Timothy McVeigh 1968-2001

The heat of the fire will haunt her,
Haunt her till she dies;
With the memory of the glowing flames,
Leaping in to the morning sky.

Agonizing screams shatter the night
Of the desperate, weak, and dying,
And as she realizes she's the only one left
She can't help her crying.

Satan's passion, Love's fury
Rains endlessly through the night;
She screams, and she cries
Till it turns into an empty fight.

Her dreams, her love, her goals, and her life
And ashes, lifting through her fingers,
As as she begins to live again
The burns of the fire still lingers!