i.

he was young, insane
maybe a little inane
and no one knows why

ii.

with eyes that spell "die"
he licked the tip of his thumb
and grin-grimaced-groused
as twenty-six stars were ebbed
away on this bitter eve

iii.

i may never know
why he scarred the sky that night
though i won't say who
he did cry out to someone
"the stars, the stars—they've got me!"

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iv.

now he's at the school
with only one thing in mind
"they'll pay, they'll all pay.."

v.

the gunshots echo
and their eardrums can't take it
but what could they do?
what can anybody do?
nobody can stop me now

vi.

:runrunasfastasyoucan:
you'll never catch me
i'm the gun-wielding madman

vii.
oh! the young children!
oh! the murdered innocent!
oh, the tragedy!
oh, the bloodshed. oh my god..
oh, the premature angels..

viii.

my work here is done
so in a blink of an eye
a nightmare has closed
but at what cost? they whisper
just how much blood must be spilt?

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ix.

the charcoal sky cries
each tear, an angel's lament
and now i know why

-.-

i just noticed the other day that stanza six was an inverted haiku lolfail