It doesn't surprise me
the devil at work
It happens so often
And so regularly occurs
That shock doesn't surface
When reading the news
Those innocent souls
Their futures refused
My lack of shock
Speaks volumes I fear
Of the world that I live in
And the hate people share
Of the evil I've witnessed
And the things that have passed
Of the sick twisted killers
And the bodies amassed
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