Shots Fired
He walks into the market,
With a rifle in his hands.
An ulterior motive,
That no one understands.
An automatic weapon,
It should come as no surprise.
With fully loaded clip,
Drops people just like flies.
See the blood splattered scene,
A sight we all abhor.
Another fatal shooting,
Limp bodies on the floor.
There's a smile on his face,
As he savors all the dead.
Please do us all a favor,
And shoot yourself instead.
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