Mass Murderer of the Jungle Gym

Youthful eyes innocently suppressing venomous intent New freckles filled his fluent face as he furtively fled to the boundaries of rock filled box A mischief grin confronted guiltless lips while he stared four feet down onto the ant’s community I realize I misread his mischievous grin, for death had been the grins origin all along He laughed amusing all alone, and then released glucose packed spit bombs onto a blameless town His amused laughter evolved to insanity as he reached into his back pocket for a cheap magnifying glass I dare not share what happened next.