Urge To Kill
He had an urge to kill,
an evil need nurtured
by violent movies, video games
and predecessors in the evening news.
His desire gained power
with meditation and mental rehearsals.
He couldn't remember which day
he concluded he was defective,
But he knew the destination
of the dark path he trod alone,
glimpsing strangers from a distance,
knowing what he was about to do.
The knives seemed less removed,
more intimate,
where the reward of frothing blood,
would exceed the thrill of their death.
After four innocent bodies
succumbed to his rage,
and a bullet brought him down,
someone suggested banning knives.
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