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That little boys name was Mark,
His life was completely dark,
He was only about seven, about to turn eight,
His life was crap; he kept living, praying, hoping, that this is not his fate,
On his seventh birthday, his mom had a gift,
Slapped him across the face, threw him on the bed, as mind began to drift,
He knew what was coming, he dreaded this day,
He hoped with every ounce of blood in him, that his mom would decay,
He is not any ordinary child; he has the mentality of a thirty year old,
He knew within, one day, it shall unfold,
June, Friday the 13, 2008; he believed he was safe,
He fell in love with his teacher, who only let him down easily, believing he was unsafe,
As every ounce of blood within him, steamed hot,
He wrote down everything, this would be the plot,
You see, he decapitated his parents, hanged his teacher,
As he summoned forth from within, his creature,
He grabbed a machete, and beheaded forty innocent kids,
He built a wall with their skulls, using them as lids,
Brains scattered over the ground, a pool of blood,
As he opened the door, it began; the flood,
Blood poured all over, students screamed in terror,
He cusses; he was not supposed to commit any error,
He grabs his moms skull and walks to the local police station,
He steals a confiscated M16, and shoots his leg,
He rips open the cut as his blood floods out, only to use it as a peg,
He pours liquid ecstasy within his wound,
He places his leg on the ground; he feels an indescribable feeling,
You see he's high; he grabs his machete and loads his new M16,
Four days later, he's brought down to his feet, by the military,
You see the innocent citizens of his city, are dead,
The biggest massacre, over two million people dead,
Four people survived from his home town,
Traumatized they commit suicide afterwards,
His name was mark; he lived in his own fantasies,
He unleashed his hidden fury from within, taking two million people with him,
Ten years later, the city is rebuilt, they pay their dues, to the former residents,
Ever since, on this day, they all join, and pray for the departed,
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