What Happens In Vegas

Just another Sunday on the Sunset Strip Where a country concert had taken a grip People had flocked from all around To listen to their favourite sound Josh and his buddies were up on stage Their twangling guitars did the audience engage Many in the crowd were singing along With every plaintive and pert song No happier scene in any mind's eye Would,later recalled,fetch a contented sigh This was the show they had saved to attend This was sadly where for many it would all end. High overhead in his hotel room A tortured mind had prepared their doom His road trip to Mandalay Was filled with intent to slay A plan that had long festered in his brain To contemplate inflicting untold pain All around him lay guns and ammo Ready to put an end to this happy show He coldly and cruelly bided his time Before choosing the moment to commit his crime Once he had them in his sights Then began their panic stricken flight. His staccato typewriter spelled out fear,pain and death In vain many scattered,stood stock still and held their breath Down they went,falling under his relentless fire Stunned,shaken and shot in their country attire Glee must have been dancing in his twisted head At seeing so many of his targets lying dead. What was it that flipped this quiet man's switch within To trigger the damnable flaw of original sin? Did Stephen Paddock yearn to go out in a blaze of glory? Was it that which fuelled this so tragic story? Before he turned his weapon against his own life, Did he then regret causing such avoidable strife? Sibylline in their veracity Were the words of the prophecy That the crowd would perish that very night Before the speaker was hustled out of sight If a shiver went through those who heard They dismissed her as being just weird Predictably ignoring her rambling warning The report echoing in the headlines next morning