While love is within you, open spaces are made reality. Crude? Afraid of those killer's eyes I could remain, but regardless of his fired hate, all he wants is. They will never have what they want, you. Despair is in stuff; they can't rule our deepest core. He doesn't know love. His blossom is a river of insanity, a killer is born; violence is triggered. Is it? So much abhorrence, why? Killers are everywhere, slaying with rage, bloody battles of immaturity. Blending blood with fear, oh my dear, don't drop dead. Don't give your freedom up in a choice of expiration! All that hatred, only buries the hater; you won't drop dead if… Love is within you, blossomed experiences made fortitude; no more fear. Can't say I've been killed; if all they've done has made me become mature. I am bolder. I am stronger. I needed to grow up. I am following renewed times; found peace which had been lost in a haystack of insanity. Killer of bread, your time is up! No more dread! Bear it away!
It is easier to act with violence if one is confronted with impotence, than to stay calm and react with a conscious mind.
However, there is hope if one is aware of this situation, and observe those killers of character from afar. One can change reality if one is has decided to overcome fear from head to toe.