Killer Poem by Jessica Burral

Kill the people you hate.
That's what people in this world do today.
They don't know who they are and they don't know what they are doing.
The man takes the gun in shaky hands and loads it.
He puts it to the old friends head.
Then he pulls the trigger.
BAM, the gun goes off in the old friends head.
The man follows the body and the gun to the floor.
The man asks himself why, why did I do this?
But he couldn't answer his own question.
As he looks at the body lieing in a pool of blood on the floor,
He picks up the gun again with shaky hands and loads it.
Then he puts it to his own head.
Then he pulls the trigger.
BAM, the gun goes off in his own head.
The guns fall to the floor beside the mans body.
Death comes to those who kill
and death came to him from the killer's hand,
HIMSELF! ! ! !