My hands are sweaty and clammy,
as we turn in to the street
I am handed the machine gun,
and told to load and wait
As I point it out of the window,
I get ready for what I’m about to do
Then the signal is given,
I fire...
The car speeds down the street
Next, I hear the blood curdling
screams of the innocent.
I peer out of the window,
I see people fall like cut grass to the wind
As the car swerves out of the street,
My friend cheers because we’ve done our final act
I can’t stop shaking,
there are cartridges spilled all over the floor
Yesterday evening a car sped down the main street,
at least 60 people have been killed,
and 20 people are still fighting for their lives.
Four men have been found dead with a suicide note, saying they were the men in the car.
Adding your comment:
You did a good job with this, nonetheless. I think there is trophy potential in it. 
