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Des preuves d’évidence,c’est bien toute
L’aigreur.
2051 in a middle of Michigan,on a sunday prayers day,in a society no far from our:
The pastor came and said,he saved the humanity this murnin
Started his speech with a violence that was itself containing.
He exclaimed to the audience:
«When you lost yheah,work on keepin n mind thats it’s never been and never will be a different path you’r all in it!
Brothers and sisters!Why the hell are you still heading through aches?
Stand proudly high your heads up,do never fail and agree with being a failure sometimes.
We’r all dust in this 6,5 billion men on earth.»
One man in the audience had the stand up front of this law’s life man.
Sighed with a rough breathe..
«Well master,but i m good gone.»
And everybody grabed their own guns and two shots killed the red head man.
A 1461 Townton tribute to guns.
VICTIM NUMBER ONE
Into the crowd
see that lady moves, she’s been choosing her outfit from the beggining of the week not to feel her shit.
It’s her gold century for one day.
dyed her hair as a blond beautiful horse,not enough money to pay her back, new tooth she lost from drugs.
VICTIM NUMBER TWO
Into the crowd
This ancient man of church simply came talking to the stage
The attitud was soft and the tone was carry
«hi everyone, how did you get those guns?
i mean how even you woke up this morning and came here dressed like it will be
the best sunday of the year?
And did you know that there is a woman outside, that first gave me smile and told me
that she was hoping to have a good sex business profits today?
Why are you killin for a man wich were more realistic to you all i know came here for
pardon,hopes, and finally find a way to get better lives or to keep them ongoing.
The small step you have to take is a mountain,surrender.»
VICTIM NUMBER THREE
Into the crowd this anonymous alcoholic woman.
Well known because her lifestyle connected with her tragic background.
Enclosed in her proper myth that lady was everyday dealing with a spare void to fill in.
Everyday a new desguise as crazy as the other day as she had to hide up the sore.
Monstered in the little city she was nearly done: no friends,no work,no hopes,no smile,
no boyfriend, no children, no flowers growin in the little garden yard she have.
They all deserted the sorecer house.
VICTIM NUMBER FOUR
Into the crowd,this well educated woman.Kindah posh,elegant never a word upon the other.
Never even a clothe to reveal anything of her state of mind.
Moderate woman trying to fill in the path of a non moderate ,non calm,non fair, non blessy,non helpful,
non pleasant society.Society that she was hoping for as everyone do, by goin to the church.
From a «good family»that most of people that day were part of,
(yheah thats kindah make me laugh twice that i was supposed to..)
Back on her.Even if she s been terrorized by murders thats just occured.
Turned up on kids to protect them.The lady is from the kind to say « verbal conflicts is a waste of time»
Then turn back on her feet.Left the place with a silence that was itself containing.
KILLER OF THE MASSACRE NUMBER ONE,WITH NO GUNS...
BUBBLIN AROUND WORDS THATS IT.
«Humility does not mean thinking less of yourself than of other people, nor does it mean having a low opinion of your own gifts. It means freedom from thinking about yourself at all.» William Temple
