the glass on the ground, the blood on the rails, ties shredded to splinters, the scorched earth, scent of death and diesel fuel, the debris, the upturned soil. the lives leaving by ambulance. the souls leaving by train. this is not the accident, this is the aftermath. the blood in her hand, fear and ecstasy in her eyes, the bruise on her arm, the chemicals in her brain, her lack of heartbeat. the life leaving by ambulance. the soul leaving by syringe. this is not the accident. this is the aftermath. Altruistic, holy, full of love and life. beaten, killed, desecrated to save my life. Christ is not a fashion. Christ is not a religion. die to yourself live not for yourself It wasn’t an accident… and this is the aftermath. peace love and grape jell-o...