Ban Assault Weapons In 2017 - Part3

exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas manned by berserk cruel death eaters, arch nemesis picks off life with a blip simultaneously bipedal hominid(s) grip handily rounded dirk as backup in case clip misses mark, where siege mentality induces nationwide sprinting into lockdown mode deterring by a drip fiendish homicidal metamorphoses, where transmogrification of generic guy wielding weapon subjugating hostages pits malignancy fill lip mailer daemon hell bent on besieging bait (unaware Snapchatting linkedin flickr ring beings) burst deadly quip barrage of bullets malicious intent to spray killing machines deliver click and rip paying plenti deathly instagram howls amidst pandemonium, thence funereal slip epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip. Brutal and nasty nefarious scheme directed at humble lettered folks (like those comprising my home town - once evoked pastoral meme Lake Woebegone) minding their p's and q's, when in extremis out of the blue nightmare interrupts idyllic dream a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall followed by red tide and river of bloodied body where caskets rendered veneer of dark wood within lies corpse, pistol whipped, shredded and outkast, where mortician daubs creme. Soundcloud boom echoes, thus occurs staccato sinister sonic strafes across freshly fielded tombstone; pearl jam gray slate, some formerly anonymous namesake, which underling, higgs bo son or daughter blitzkrieg cross invisible trajectories shatter (at shutterfly speed), democratic rubric rendered dross disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter, whereat somber silence pines nostalgia for Mill on the Floss when life seemed innocent against gun metal gloss wails of agony at another human loss.