Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The bell tolled

He was trained to kill
He did it very well
He was called to that place
That he'd prove himself
He created hell
On the ground
As he fired down
From above
He could rain down
Death and terror
Upon the grounds
When he was done
So many laid
He'd bring a moment
Of slaughter
To pay out
What he felt
He'd been paid
But his mind was wrong
Either grown evil
Or twisted by a tumor
His mother and wife first
And then the many
Who'd never heard of him
Seen him
Thought of him
Or knew him