How exactly does one
Work up the nerve
Strength
And state of mind
To stroll into a place of trade
To pull out their hate
In the
Form of cool, sleek metal
So if happiness is a warm gun
This is the pinnacle of joy
This high
Of exploding flesh is as good as it gets
Stopping the lives
You never crossed until this
Moment
But it’s easier with strangers
Surely faces not etched in memory
Fade much faster clearing the
Conscience
You never had
