Vegas Shooter
What happens in Vegas
Stays in Vegas
Never more true
Than to the 59
Who are never coming back
From a sickening attack
The so called lucky must face
With memories of why
And what comes next
Coming to terms
With why me
What rotten good luck
My life befell
The shooters aim
Out of frame his bullets missed
The reaper's clock
Whispers knocked
On death next door on blood stained floor
Take from today till morrow dawn's
Another breath another day
For this is not your lucky day
But come tomorrow
Hug most dear that which you fear
You have not lost
And count in cost the rise of eyes
For beyond the lies
And enterprise of all that's evil
Are living people
Who can be taken away at the win of a trigger
The sunset strip will never prize
From the pain of loss
On a blood stained cross
Who forgot
Where
Mother
Daughters
Father
Sons
Human Creatures
Flesh and Bone
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