It has happened yet again.
Lives scarred. Lives lost. Lives unceremoniously snatched away from unsuspecting innocents.
A hefty price paid to feed the chasm of human depravity. The price of life.
What little value it holds.
We burn candles. We mourn. We thank our stars in gratitude for not being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
We try to empathize. But, no human experience is ever enough to translate the pain felt by our brethren today. The pain of families left behind. What they wouldn’t give for another minute with their loved ones.
A massacre. A deranged soul. A gun. A law. A Lobby.
It’s time to take stock and weigh. An agenda against a life. A gun against a bullet peircing through the flesh.
Because tonight, we grieve again.
Moonlighting Scrivener 
Reblogged this on Voicing the Ephemeral Echoes of Life.
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Nothing can make up for the lives lost. Prayers with Las Vegas.
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There is no returning of the bullets once they’ve been fired…. your verse of grief and grievances is poignantly worded…Well done.
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True. Words and bullets, once released, can never be taken back. I hope my words can have some impact though.
Thank you for your kind words, Ivor.
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Well said.
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Thank you.
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