It was a cold burn
Piercing through flesh
The temperature shivered
With cold breaths

It was an aberration
Of happenstance
A bullet abject abstruse
Yet adamant

The harrowing set
Was a scene set furtive
Said grandiloquent

It was a smoking gun
From a hypochondriac
Speaking exorbitant words
In hopes to exonerate
Explicitness flagrant

In a sanctuary city

Facilitating fait accompli
A Blase' bureaucracy
Brusque and dernier cri

It was a deleterious empirical
Fight for a miracle

Shown as a harbinger

With all disregard
Hoist with one's own petard