A time is Paris.

The music died but so did people,

They were learned wrong and now their lives are gone,

The innocent? yes, I know they are dead;

But what of the evil that had their own blood shed?

I know I'm wrong for writing this aloud but did they know?

Do you think?

They blew up the music named with the word death;

Do you think that's how they planned it?

As if an inside joke?

"Lets terrorize a concert that happens to be death?"

A metallic death.

I KNOW IT'S WRONG,

I KNOW IT'S CRUEL.

To think like this?

To sympathize with this?

I KNOW IT IS.

I HATE THAT I THINK LIKE THIS.

I miss the innocent; I didn't know them but I miss them.

I don't want to know why or how,

We already know when and where;

So what's left?

Does it matter?