A bomb was created
A bomb that kills
Leaving the buildings intact
...and Death smiled.

A sniper strikes from his perch
Firing indiscriminately
With no regard for the lives of others
Or his life for that matter
...and Death smiled.

A bottle of pills sat in the medicine cabinet
A prescription for the pain
Her pain however wasn’t physical
A note and the empty bottle were all that remained
...and Death smiled.