Columbine.

I am the gun, but I taste the salt of peace
I see the fear, for I am the fearful
I see the tearful recognition of what is to come, yet this is the past and I am the future and she is the present unopened
Until she says, “Yes” to the question of the boy in the trench coat
I scream, “No!” to the falling body on the library floor
Of a school
I smile for her freedom, escaping this earth
For I am the earth as well as beyond
My body feels Heaven like the chains of Perdition
And now I am her, dead on the ground as the boy in the trench coat stands above me
Bitter by the love of Divinity
I am the death, I am the killer
I am the victim, I am the innocent
A lonesome tree with leaves blowing in the wind before the axe tore me down just as her body hits the carpet
My finger struck her down with one pull of a trigger
And I am the tears pouring out in every eye throughout the world
I am the prayer whispered by all mouths
I am her fate from her acceptance of a Divine Entity, admitting the belief of a God
Torn between toleration and exclusion, I have killed her
Torn between a choice of the body and soul, I have destroyed her
And torn between Yes and no, I am the Killed
Do I believe in God?
I believe in the living
And have seen Death in front of me!
O! Bleeding out a scream of choice
The villain in the trench coat chose no
Do I then, choose no?
She chose Yes
And so I too, Choose Yes.