I'Ve Killed Many Times

there were bloods, whilst people scream there were gunshots, can't anyone undo the scene Favored for some Tough luck for most the screams and the noises they were everywhere Pure chaos Some are begging for mercy Many begs for liberty I've killed them once I've killed them twice I am out of control I've killed many times I couldn't believe my eyes This is the quarter life Soothes the eyes for the Aftermath, they allure Please drop your interpretation for this poem I'd like to hear your thoughts!