Spring, cut to end, rifle, gun, no shots,

Spring, cut to end, rifle, gun, no shots,
Run home, run, my cigs, need mints,
Big day, not for me,
'cept find filthy guilt.

'Cepts smoke, no he won't,
Big machine
No cogs.
Drink M, smoke the same,
Throat rough, sure she won't,
Surely maybe not.

Get ride, magic, lust,
Pardon me, Luci.
He know me no know,
Bench tree,
Chop one make the first.
First one, wanted, no,
Not for she; she me.

Good times,
Saddened,
No,
Yes when it would please.
Bad times,
Happy,
No,
Never not for me.

Got knocked,
Knock it off,
Crazy, won't do, never mind never mild.
Intense, suffer, suspense,
I saw child porn as a child.

Lord save?
Never, nay,
I shall save myself.

Got bought,
Got my thought
One to one ratio.
Got sold,
Raffled off,
Piece by piece disposed.

You got me into this mess
Remove me from this mess,
Simple, clear,
No; her God he shows me.

Lost faith, got faith,
Fading persona.
Wish children faded off,
Still see it everyday.

They cry cry
They cut cut
I'm stupid as they come,
I cut because I cry
I don't cry because I cut.

He leaves, slowly, killing she 'round,
Ten story so high so low,
I can't take the bow,
I can't take the fall,
If I die before I wake,
Pray to God the child he'd save,
I didn't deserve the child porn,
The newcomer or the newborn,
I didn't deserve to see my fate
Rolled at this Summer's gate.
I didn't deserve to see those guts,
The people shredded, with bolts and nuts,
The people crying for their kids,
The people confessing to their deeds.
The people twisted, sliced, torn,
I didn't deserve to be born:
My child's a goner;
So far, the loner.

I wish I could deserve anything.
I wish I could unsee the things I saw.
I wish I could write a better something,
I wish I could go back to raw.

I should have been the one in the massacre,
Not the smiley little boy,
That ran into the gunman,
Looking for his lost toy.
I should have been the one in town,
When the fire spread,
Not the countless families
Who wounded up dead.

And here I am, with the lengthy writing,
After the puzzle that was your sighting,
For this you know, and that you won't,
But that doesn't mean that I don't.
And as I dwelled in Lucifer's Hell,
I learned nothing is ever well,
And that so a godless world can't be,
Then God may only be Me.