Death seems to claim the lives of people without warning, without care... no desire for a certain age... Its cold hand reaches for the innocent, who drive by without a glance.
Its glare saps their very heat and leaves us with its cold after...
It cares not for the people who suffer after its strike.
It cares not for the future of the life it has stolen.
It cares not for rules and laws, age and wisdom, innocence and darkness.
All it knows is hunger, and takes what comes its way
Rest in eternal peace Travis, you will surely be missed by all of us at LCC and then some...