Thoughts of payback and massacre,
Happily, heavenly floating around me,
Incognito to all, therefore free,
Near dead bullies pile up in my head,
Grinning, I stand upon the dead,
Savoring the smell of the decay of their flesh,
I know they deserve much more than this!
Carnage in my dreams,
Uncaring adults say it's part of life,
Life says it's this or die,
Die says come here, or kill,
Never will I kill, but,
Every day, guns more and more become,
Venerated, for the end of suffuring,
Either mine, my last hour, or,
Rather the bully's, the coward's.
Saranating these thoughts in my head
Again, again, again, and again,
Yet the pain never ends.
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