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These are the tools used to kill an estimated 36+ people.

Which one should we outlaw? If we outlaw them, then no one will be killed, right?

REF: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy

With slow breaths
  Her scent he inhales
With eyes open wide
  Her beauty he embraces
With gentle hands
  Her curves he indulges

With intense devotion
  Her skin he explores
With every serene touch
  Her body he knows more
With calculated tenderness
  Her neck he kisses with ardor

With passionate grace
  Her thighs he parts
With gentle authority
  Her legs he moves within
With wanting desire
  Her rapture he begins.

I stare at my self
in the eyes of passerbys
What I see from them
are the afflictions of my lies
Looking back at me
a mask wearing thin
The star of my story
makeup falling from her skin
Truth can not be told
its soul is damaged
This story was woven
hiding the world from my ravage
Broken wills and desires
calling for the final curtain to close
One final night’s bow
one last fade to black show

There will be no more tears to shed.
There will be no more fears to dread.
A smile will not be borne.
Not even a frown will she adorn.

From a phase of confused
To a deleterious moment of clarity
I stand here accused?

That of which i have not done.
I share in the pain of such barbarity.
Sight of proof there is of none.

So….

Let this accusation become reality
shall the winds of my ire
undo this falsehood.
From the depths of my unknown anger bring forth your mortality

So shall this accusation become reality

ten years of good intentions
wasted effort dwindling
to a forgotten oblivion

tears succumb to gravity
a mother stands strong
we watch her heart crumble

what were the dreams
what haunted this child
so deep in the soul

what kind of imagination
playing such cruel games
for this innocence to give up.

We dry our eyes
we say our condolences
we wish her well

now the time will start
cruel games of imagination
will curse her soul

to a forgotten oblivion.

Stirred from their slumber

Universal binding forces push them toward their atomic number

Dancing from point to point searching like drones

Electrons will eventually find their homes.

Excited photons are thrown into our world

Flying though the air into the eyes of mortals

Stimulating nerves of humanity

“Turn your loved ones into compost”

http://www.treehugger.com/culture/egg-shaped-burial-pods-fertilize-forest.html

I wander aimlessly trapped by this sea.
Abused by its wrath I can only lay here and be
Numbering the days past has lost its luster.
There is little desire to continue left to muster.
My being cries for another human soul
I fear this loneliness will take its toll
if not for this single lone dolphin
This sea would’ve already become my coffin.
But madness I feel is quite eminent.
For my eyes do see many a soaring winged elephant