Sadistically you write you memoirs
not a lone tear shed for the victims
it gnawed your brain for countless years
you make such a perfect symmetry.
Though you walk through the valley of shadow
your eyes see in pastures green
for soon you will fertilise them with blood
a picture of perfect villainy.
A gun in the mind is a gun in hand
the risk seemed to be too great
instability in the cerebral cortex
people blind to your hate and misery.
Condoning your right to rend asunder
the lives of those who lived and breathed
despite you and your maniacal incentive
you twist a fractured society.
Under the skin and beneath the bones
look into the heart of hearts
a being that kills the young for fun
a coward who lives in infamy.
With lead in hand you take the life
eyeless to the flaws in your being
mankind will condemn you for what you are
will they ever learn from their stupidity.
Your thought give you the right to take
what you wish from the hands of men
you are free in everything you do
I care not for you or your insanity.
What you take will be repaid in full
when you descend into afterlife
radiation will mark your horrific sin
for man is not deity.
p.s for the victims of SANDY HOOK R.I.P