The school bell rang, the kids were all quiet
Teachers in the break room spoke of the latest fad diet
The flag was waving high atop the pole
But something was in the air that day, that all soon would know
He grew up angry, father never home
His mother had to work two jobs so left him home alone
He had no friends to speak of, no one that even cared He found friendship in video games killing with no one spared
Shoot the cop, shoot the hooker, and blow the brains of the walking dead
This was his entertainment, no love, no God, no calmness in his head
But the game was not enough to satisfy his blurry mind
He sought to punish even more of those that were not of his kind He amassed an arsenal of weapons hidden deep under his bed
No one would have any concern, no even cared if he was fed His neighbors sometimes heard him scream, "Ill kill them all some day"
They just ignored all the signs as they went on their merry way
Apathy towards our fellow man leaves many a soul to wander Without a friend or family's love, he's left only to wonder What if I take these weapons into my shaky hands Then some will know me, famous throughout this land
Ill show them all my hatred and my sadness that I hold I'll walk up to the school yard where I can feel so bold
I'll show them all who ignore me, show them all that call me odd
I've loaded up with ammo upon these grounds I trod
Don't misunderstand me, I know for what I do
It's the cause you must discern, for what may happen to you The gun is not the reason that my mind is so distraught It is my lack of faith in God that leaves my mind to rot
I know I am wrong in what I do with every bullet that is shot There's even a big part of me that hopes that I get caught I pull the trigger quickly, my aim it does not matter I just need the attention, as I see my victims scatter
Every time I lift my gun towards another helpless soul I hope that my violent story can be more rightly told I am the disease, the cancer, the anguish in my own mind For I am lost and empty, no love in me you'll find
If only long before the days that I spent such time alone
I had the love of mother and father and had God in my home Maybe if someone paid attention to my loneliness and fear I would have never picked up the gun that led us all to here
What is the rightful answer, how do you protect you from me It must start early in my youth, long before I can be A mass shooter in a schoolyard, an evil minded youth For the gun does not shoot itself, that is the only truth
You can take away my weapons, take away my bullets too
That will not cure me of the hatred I feel for you
Evil is what I am, and evil is what I'll be
Until I have love in my heart and God has set me free.
OlanSmith
