I pick up a gun and kill someoneBecause I believe in something
But the someone has people that love him, and are now resolved to avenge.
And they discover their own beliefs, which are symbiotic to their pain.
The loved ones bring their pain to me and my loves.
And their lives retaliate.
My son, a bouquet of affection, too young to understand, turns to the way of the gun.
And the bullets spread the violent virus.
And the world concludes, the way to stop this violence,
Is more guns.
Until we’ve all killed everyone.
And prove that Malthus was right.