Absence of malice, that's what they say.
Because of his mind that he gave way.
Can't turn back now. The damage is done.
Death is simple when it's only one.
Even the angels, with wings gold flare,
Forget the reasons and do not care.
Grieving blood from men in haunting needs.
Heavens do not tend to dying seeds.
In hate, his violent ill rush churns.
Justice is done. In Hell his sin burns.
Kind thoughts for those with wicked spirits,
Laughing aloud so all could hear it.
Men are but pawns that conscience subsides.
No one hears the voices deep inside-
Only those who stalk into the night
Patiently waiting for time to fight.
Quiet he creeps behind trusting eyes,
Resisting his smiles of angry lies.
Saving this life meant nothing at all.
The onlookers pass while the bodies fall.
Underneath the darkenig night sky,
Virtue is one that needs not ask why.
Without the questions, the answers fade.
Xavier, Prince of Peace, forbade.
Youth is destroyed and I don't know how.
Zealous souls-life ends, but death starts now.