My numerical value:

The Antoine Equation
P * = eA−B / (T + C)

I've already said it but you deserve to hear praise twice
...and if you see in my poetry
I fancy myself God but compared to yours my poetry's just "nice"

Release me from your spell...you've got me drooling all over myself. It's not envy at all cuz you're on a way different level. Gem quality facets and brilliant bevels. To catch up to you I'd sell my soul to the devil.

Look at that beautiful baby
Sitting alone in his crib
Who knows what he’s thinking
Maybe partying up ahead
Like enjoying fairy bread
And doughnuts oh ****** yeah
Maybe might take up alcohol
When he becomes an adult
But for now he is a beautiful baby really cute is he
There could be many other things that your baby will really enjoy
He could be a real baseball star
Or even Auskick in the afl
Then he might be a bush walker
In a group of mates
Or even be a mascot for his favourite team but for now
Look at that beautiful baby
Really cute is he
You see he could be prime minister where his decisions count even if they are right wing
Well you can’t win them all
He might be a university professor to help give young people a go or he could be a primary school teacher to give the kids the right start
He might be a policeman
To catch all the bad guys
And send them right to prison
To make the streets safe
Hopefully he won’t be a person who is accused of ****
But for now he is a beautiful baby really cute is he

In love we are bound,
yet in love we are free.
Bound to one,
bound to circumstance.
While bestowing upon us
the spiritual freedom,
in hardship and adversity,
to escape our current existence
into a world that knows only beauty,
comfort and belonging.
Giving us strength,
giving us meaning

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.