An atmosphere darkened by grey mist
Stains of blood lining the ground
Hearts of families crushed in his fist
A parade of noise but he hears no sound
Death gently whispers in his ear
Adrenaline pumps through blood filled veins
Is this excitement or is this fear?
Seen lives lost but he feels no pain
In outstretched arms he holds his gun
Killing machines they all possess
The horrible things that he had done
Blindly programmed as success
Their bodies lie in a wakeless bed
He will not stop 'till all are dead
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