Never mind… a few more starving civilians that were gunned down to quench their hunger…
A few new gas chambers…
A few more parasite bombs dissecting the flesh of youngsters…
It will all sort itself out soon…

A few less teachers…
A few less writers and reachers…
People that can tell us what life means to us…

Never mind….
It’s too late now to turn this around… At least in the interim…
Soon there might be another intermission…
That’s fine, that will work in my favour… buy me some more time to waver… I can deal with this global assumption that I’m a monster…

I can quieten this down, phase this one out…
I don’t need collective cohesiveness, understanding and education…
I just need a good lawyer, some good half truths, a suit and tie and my foolproof patter…