The reconciled Past

A shrine to need,
The reconciled past.
I had no part in the robbery which took her life.  My gun was still laying
upon the counter, warm.  But I didn't kill her.  Alright, I shot.  But it
wasn't me.  Evident goodness be true, I just wanted my share.  Millions
transported that day.  It was mine.  Though what happened wasn't planned.
What are you inferring?  Jesus Christ!  She jumped in front of a bullet.  She
was no freakin' superhero.  I guess it was just her fate.  I'm not sure who
shot her, but he's anywhere out there.  There were five of us.  This is Not
an opaque story.  I can see where you get off laying the guilt on me because
I was caught.  I didn't kill her though.  I didn't even get my share.  And
look where I ended up.
A shrine to need,
The reconciled past.