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A Victim

Delusional sin of hate
cuts life short.
A victim
a small girl with a red crayon writing her name.
She is unsure of her future or what snack is in her lunch box.
A victim
The shooter's mother who was made to protect him
from the demons, dark spaces, and to simply nurture him through teenage boredom.
But she is no more either, bleeding red.
A victim
Now the shooter turns the gun on himself.
Now society judges his death as perfect punishment
until the Son of God appear.
A victim
God

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