I'm Sorry; I Mean I Knew That People Died
But...I Knew People Died...But...But...All...All These People Dying And Uhhh...I...I Feel Bad...I Know...I'm Here...I Have The Disease

In Not
Wanting To Have Their Eyes Pennied
Or 
Bone Shown Broken To The Open Air
They're...
Praying For Their Lucky Stars
They're Praying For Their Lucky Stars
To Shoot...

We Remain Such Gluttons For The Generous Threat Of Being Supreme Beings, Safe, Susceptible
Subject To Man Mold Maker With Tendency Toward The More Dramatic Side Of Everything We Are...

Flattered, I'm Sure, And What Does Modern Child Mistakenly Chalk Up To The Humongous Homogenous Win Column Of God

The Swapping Of Dearest Dead Pet For Fresh One Finding Someone Else's Wallet Or Per Say
Snow Day

They're Threatening Their Lucky Stars...
They're Threatening Their Lucky Stars To Shoot...