El Paso And Dayton

Surrendering passion to the forces of evil

The running of blood,

The shedding of tears,

Escaping from the fear of those left behind,

To never see again, to love no more.

The evilness of a stray bullet,

The madness of a look,

That look of anger,

Dissipating all that is human,

Dissolving all that is tolerance.

The dismembered souls of those,

Weaving their way across the smokeless fields,

Hanging on to regrets, letting go of dreams.

They had no place to escape,

No room to be saved.

Helpless in front of streaming bullets,

They surrendered their passions to the forces of evil.