the first that will always last

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there is no evil
there is no behavior that is bad
everything we do we do it with reasons that has the same weight as the invalid action does

you just see a perpetrator as a evil doer or a rabid animal not a person

yes crimes is unjustifiable to you as a prosecutor but for them sometimes its just an act of retaliation and sometimes its just a reaction to a sudden burst of emotions

most perpetrators are focused on one movement without the considiration of any rules, it is the product of millions of assumption in defining they desire

you must be thinking well they could be doing this and that before thinking of comitting a crime but they are always one step ahead of everyone. every crime is years in the making every thought is considered and every underlying conclusion have been drawn nothing is not considered and relying in chances is also computed everyone and everything is placed in a situation were almost all the outcome is predicted no one is safe because everyone is a participant the vendor the passerbys the kids the vehicles even the devices all of which is counted as a participant of the upcoming event.

apprehension is counted for every security measures and and and

now the plan is perfected, it suits the need of the heart of its creator the art of composing a song with every beat melodic to every listener
guns pointed in every head, drums and bass will be the end of the line and at the time the solo guitar was on every heart will race with fear and excitement, the song is sang with pure joy and manace, every plead is answered with firepower, every race every age will look with dread and despair like looking at themselves in the mirror with every worst possible outcome is considered and everyone is listening to the song like its the only thing that matters in this moment yes this moment of pure chaos and detrimental possibilities

but now the last chorus is done the bloodshed is mostly finished what is left is just a sad bridge, the shock of the deed the misery that licks the brain the pain from all the bodies that is transferred into you yes you singing the song while filling the floor with blood you visualizing the countless bodies you had fun destroying without the knowledge of their personalities all is fun isnt it?

as the cops arrived you were never seen you were never there you are none all the families will mourn without knowing who did that to them they will tear up and be scarred for the rest of their lives knowing that everyone is anyone. sudden hints of hostility will be deemed as deadly every sound every smell every thing that is linked in the conclusion is scary

and just as that you sip your coffee for another morning to live on.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 08, 2022 ⏰

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