Had it been different.
The depths of a man’s soul cannot be measured,
In a manor of meters & fathoms.
Had it only been a different night, a different place. A different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired there, would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat.
I would only ask if anyone outside that place, had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless.
A little more drops to fill my cup. 
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