Why do people kill each other for cash, just to live lavishly? br Why do scared people live life slowly, so blandly? br Why did those crack heads kill Marcy and Charlie? br And quite frankly, why aren’t people on par with me? br br Is it because my knowledge is so fierce? br Is it because my mind begins where yours peaks at? br Is it because I read a book without a library clearance? br Or is it because my thoughts run so fast I ripped your floor mat? br br Why is the question br The answer brings aggression br It might teach a few lessons br But will boggle the aggressor br br Why did she…Aarin kill herself? br Didn’t she think what her family would have felt? br Shouldn’t have killed the light in self br But it’s not my place to judge oneself br When you put your life on a bookshelf br You’ll be too small to get it back like an elf br But I will pray for your family for emotional wealth br Prosperity, eternally, even if an infirmary is dealt br Even if you’re not svelte, you’ll have God’s belt br Protect you from feeling no more pain, salvaged your burnt heart br God discarded the devils darts, and told them “this is just the start” br Told Tiffany to continue her art, blessed the family who still felt dark br br Why is the question, no one has the answer br There’s so many more things to ask, not enough glancers br I guess we are the only ones who care about saving strip dancers br I guess we are the only ones who care about finally curing all the cancersbr br Leland Wrightbr br