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It was Christmas Day and a horrible incident was about to unfold.When it happened, I was only four years old.It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd never have another.I found my dad's gun and I shot and killed my mother.
Wolves howl on this silent night. Singing out anguish to the moon. Letting their fear and anger be known. Raising their voices, letting their pain be known.
Bang! Bang! The gun sang and the sound rang as he hangs His blood spilt inside of the house he had built Filled with guilt; you rapidly rose He turns a cyrstal pale and looks so frail
Protection It's what I grew up knowing I had What would happen when all that went bad Took two seconds Was that not enough? Growing up in Southcentral was truly rough  
All I could see,was a fine silverit was so quick,but my heart was even faster,for this silverit could not outrunme in this raceBut, sadly I couldnot replace me for youas my regret
I am a tortured human soul, The world would be better, If I go. If I leave this world behind, What is the place I’ll find? I can’t live, with this pain,
Years from now say 2034 I stand around wanting nothing more than to be where i am a place so grand everything according to  a careful plan   The walls are soft
How many times, Do we have to die? How many times, Does our blood have to fall? How many times, Will mothers bury their children?
When tragedies happen we often think, "it didn't happen to me, So it doesn't matter as much" we think we are a safe distance from the violence.  That's what they want us to think. 
As a kid two brothers on either side of my timeline our play time was mostly outside, playing violent baseball and digging up worms for fishing. In doing this I never understood
Pay attention. I’ve got something to say Figured that this way, you’d listen People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
for lives lost at the end of a gun and those wounded at the hands of a bullet   i pray for your peace but more importantly  i pray for your justice   
His hands are calloused and torn, browned by the sun as always but now they are stained red with blood   Silent, he grips the butt of his rifle with one hand and a dirty cloth with the other  
They said you died in the war that wasn't yours. They said you fought a fight you didn't start. They said you fought hard not to fight
Sitting on the floor,Our hands interlocked, pulling,My eyes watering, The anger in his eyes,The suffering, the madness,The gun between us.
Oh say can you see  By the dawn’s early light Narcissism and bureaucracy Have distorted our sight   Oh say can you see Our criminal justice system favors the rich
I am walking around in the company of friends at 2200h. It’s a well lit highway, even more lit by our tranquil laughter. A police land rover pulls over Uniformed armed cops jump out And cover us with their AK 47s.
I hear piercing screams from the burning village. From scared women, adults and underage. Oh! The terror of this pillage! I am standing behind the muzzle of a smoking gun, And I can’t stop firing, “Bam! Bam!”
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with? Don’t make no sense   Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
Life Taken By the Gun By: Miracle Strong   The rain began to pour As I walked across the shore His arms bleeding leading to his destination  
Age 5, his innocence defies life. Age 8, he's smarter now, I wonder what'll he be. A fireman? Oh, we'll see.Age 12, alive and well.
GunshotsWho could it be?I picture a student in ill-fitting clothing and unwashed hair.What kind of rifle? Is this how I'll die?What will I say when I beg for my life? I stop breathing. Eyes are frantic My heart sinks like lose change.I Imagine all
The fire was crackling, burning my eyes with fear, I'm engulfed in the heat and my heart speeds as fast as the bullet that was shot into my mother's chest when she went to war.
Hey it's me, your son. You see Mom, Jesus. I'm sorry Mom. Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom. I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
She was awoken from her sleep  by a loud weep something like a cry  yep , all night she wondered why 
To live without you  is just like any other day in my shoes you act like you are always going to be here. but when I go home and stare at my phone I realize that you really don't care
I remember the morning I was riding my tricycle
Tick, tock, dark thirty, the clock summons the block Smoke funneled, now comes around in the name of honor
The bloody rose
There is no room in my life for bullets. There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires. I have seen too much.   I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
Step step run . Someone's trying to pull the trigger of the gun. Trying to shot your happiness and joy. The gun of jealousness. The gun of hate The gun that trys to ruin your fate.. but if you turn around and try to ignore it
It was a normal Friday morning.
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
It can be black, chrome, found inna home Stashed inna room and they all go boom!
​You Wish You Can Take Back That Clit Clat BUT when The Clip Claps... Bodies Go SPLIT SPLAT Mothers Screaming Kids Crying You Just Had To RISK THAT ?
Another soul was lost A soul who forgot the meaning of hope A gun to the head No warning given to others Why? I guess he just gave up     #RIPCameron    
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same. …
A normal day like any other, You smile across the room. I make my way to talk to you, Then screams erupt, but whom?   Our eyes dart to the open door, Where classmates hurry by,
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
I one was as a-rottin' As you'd think a man could be I spent my days a-loadin' My 1873  I had no wife to watch me I'd lost her years ago As for my one and only son He had no fights to own 
You mean when a caterpillar liquefies itself into a butterfly?      Just melting in ice   Or the transformation within the belly from embryo to a bundle of joy?     Cute cuddly darling.  
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie. Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin. Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens. Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
I saw it all, just because my locker was next to his. His silent cries, the bully can't hear ring through my own two ears. The bully will push and shove, and the kid will be silent, but cry out for love.
Im surrounded by familiar faces, The choice has been made I will meet my demise, Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes, I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.  
All it took was one shot For you to spiral down the drain ‘Cause though you may have fought You couldn’t evict the pain   All it took was one thought For you to decide it was time
Trotting through the hot narrow alley, rifle on my back. My companion to my left: Richard, I think. The sound of gunfire boiling in the distance.
Little Souls, blind death Christmas was close But Jesus planned it differently Loud cry, melancholy spirit It was a gloomy year A gloomy december You will always be remembered
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
  Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
When we got the call that he ended it all My heavy tears flowed down my cheeks. My pen and paper took the pain as my hands shook.
I dropped you off at school just like any other day.  I never thought you’d be taken away.  Your smile still burns in my mind. Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
  8pm and orange setting suns. the soft spring nights resemble what is to come. The track smells of melted plastic with lines of deep blue, the midwest sun glaring, relentless and with no hue.
BOOM. Get down, Go where it’s safe There’s nothing to worry about It’s just a firecracker The celebratory roar
I thought I knew him I thought he was the missing piece of my life I thought he'd never smash my world to pieces I thought he'd always be there. I thought the years ahead would be filled with joy
With the bend of a finger Another man is dead With a bend of a finger He’s been shot in his head
They say there’s an unimaginable ache, The flip of your stomach that screams for you to pull the trigger Control is cold and heavy in your hands Power sits idle between your fingers begging for release
Sitting, staring blankly into space You can't see anything Nothing at all Except that image in your head A faint figure standing behind you It is you You are powerless
Back in the ‘60’s the movement began From Memphis to Selma the freedom trains ran Rallies and demos the fires did fan As civil rights came into focus
America Land of the Free, Home of the Brave, The Land of the Depraved and Enslaved Where voting is a universal right fought for by centuries of plight
The screams of bullets pierce the sky, As sounds of suffering resound across the night. The little boy with the gun wondering "Why?" Stands in the middle of this agonizing sight.
Click-snap-bang-boom, range gun shot in zoom lenz, don't step on my toes, ill step on your toes too, you at the barrel of a gun (I say boom) , love your looks so, i shot your ex to get to you,
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