Following Christ pt 6: the end

Murder is merely a word and an action,
Just as easy to commit to one as the other.
Speech was never freedom
And that retched tongue will be permanently abused.
Abused in solitude, all the victims soundly safer now.
Never tasting those that were cut down.
You’re just a twitch behind the sunset of a life
This moment rips flesh, waterfalls down something crucial
Questioning the amount of scarred abuse left as a mural
For thou art all a vexation in thine eye
Aye, Scope all those little psyches, all the guilt, in all!
The singular was so aware of its place on this lonely planet
Why was a negative forced upon it?
A gripping tear, was it worth the joke?
The innocence cut asunder
Plundered and burned
The most disgusting thought of all to
Leave behind diamond laughter and bust faces;
Watching the sparkle march elegantly onwards into serenity.