Natural selection and wrath,

self-loathing and angst.

Two boys,

loyal until the end.

"We don't belong here,"

they cried.

Screamed,

with anguish,

hurt,

hatred.

Two boys,

deciding to take a stand.

"We are Godlike,"

they whispered.

Fifteen lost souls, strange souls.

Souls that passed in the hallway,

bumped and pushed in the lunchroom.

Their lives were doomed,

like star crossed lovers.

Their faces were unfamiliar,

No one could of guessed,

their names where intertwined since the beginning.

A sick destiny.

"Do you believe in God?"

Hurried answer, laughter.

Reloading,

walking away,

taunting.

Bombs,

failing oncemore.

They were doomed to a life of mess-ups.

Redeeming themselves without doing so.