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i won't go quietly
use this to inspire a piece, poetry or prose! these are lyrics from Bury Me Face Down by grandson
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Instinctual

Guilty. How could the jury not convict them? The kid was barely a month old. So small, so fragile, so pale in the tiny mahogany box with the cross on it. There wasn't one dry eye. Now that the case was over, the baby could rest. The coroner had what she needed. It was clearly a homicide. The attackers hadn't planned on the baby fighting back. The baby's fingernails had tissue and blood under them from its instinctive nature to fight. It had been smothered, but its throat and mouth made it clear that the baby had screamed. All evidence shoeed tgst the baby had hollered, flailed, kicked, scratched, and fought for its life. Someone still extinguished it, and they both would see their own grisly end now, but even as an infant, the kid refused to go down silently.