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there, spoke Struggle.
what came from Her lips was this:

Defeated nay I ever be,
inherent I am to all.

Let holy be the first step,
let the second make a fall.

Tarnished knees and elbows,
with effort there is a crawl.

Not can I touch the strength,
there within effects stand tall.

Amid the face of my ruins,
lies a rescue for you all.

Tears avalanche from the ducts,
by which compassion can then call.

:::

we hurt for the Innocent.

yet,

why do we neglect to hurt

for the killer whose innocence was

killed long ago?

find the Murderers of Innocence and

all whom are Innocent 

may retain their lives.

:::

"Life is the leading cause of death."

true, yes.

but, too,

death is the leading cause of life.

:::

"[...] It is due to the trigger-finger of the soul

whom has not accepted a death

of life within his or herself. [...]" (pp. nil)

From the Mind of a Shooter;

he or she feels justified

to conspire and imitate

a death of life onto another,

so the victim may feel

an equal level of death

that he or she feels in the living life.

:::

pink flashes down towards center stage.

blue flashes across from stage right.

---what a night.

black hand-silhouettes wave and sway.

youth "yawp" and howl in a field of grass.

---let this last.

plastic cups lay in sugar-sticky-sweetness.

music's epidemic infects all who are near.

---joy and cheer.

salty skin has neighbors on surrounding sides.

vibrations ripple out and through the Strip.

---what a trip.

     there.

     upon the rooftop, waits,

     the Angel of Death, holding,

     a black bag for fates.

His angelos cannot be heard over amps.

nor between the F-major and G-chord.

---help us Lord.

laying quiet and still as his own name.

He sets up a new song to fill the air.

---just prepared.

after a dark fourth count-and eighth.

He changes the Bay into a the Ballad.

---it happens.

the song crescendos quickly.

the drums and high-hats bang and ting.

---no one sings.

a piano accompanies the bridge.

and strings cue in for the conclusion.

---in unison.

three ghosts give voice to their violins.

as the ones whom played on the Titan.

---till the end.

     now.

     atop an iceberg, grins,

     no lifeboats and, black bag full,

     the Angel applauds a sin.