What does a mentally deranged killer think moments before killing totally innocent people he/she thinks is evil or needs to doe to be saved? This poem tries to give an idea.
I climb the marble steps for my descent to hell.
No matter how loud the thunder gets.
I only think of that silver bell a top this great stony tower.
The thought of my mission makes my heart swell.
I’m ready to rain a bloody shower.
Upon the infidels below.
The ones in which the lies dwell.
How they smile their hellos.
Not seeing me set my guns above.
Soon their breathing will be shallow.
As I take down every fallen dove.
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