ONE DEATH...TOO MANY
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The dawn ushered in with it the wails and screams of an agonizing mother. Oh death! Why must you make your victim into the perpetrator of his own murder 17, young and promising, but alas! A failed step on his stairs to greatness became the straw that broke his back The morning broke, still beautiful with the rising of the sun but tainted with a mother's agony, wishing to her her son could race back One death too many, the graves are full already! The streets became deserted for the teenage sun that set in the morning Deserted by love. Rejected and depressed, she made sure to spread the mourning She thought she was ending it all by becoming a willful captive in the grips of death A promising star has fallen! One whose brightness graced the surface of the earth One death too many, the graves are full already! The faces on the currency notes are of those who at a point in their lives had not a coin to boast Times and seasons are