No Words

I don’t understand it I don’t want to understand it I have to understand it but I don’t have to stand it I can’t stand it I can’t help imagining the feeling of being torn apart by lead I can’t look at these images without the feeling of ripping apart being in that person’s being fading out with a hateful face the last glimpse what happens next ? ? can only hope peace will come to the slaughtered that some semblance of justice and strength can reach those left behind and that the perpetrators are torn apart destroyed that they feel it in the core of their being for the rest of their being to carry the weight of ripping apart another soul