He gets up from his laptop
in a circle of friends
he shoots them all with these bullets
in order to make amends
these amends are not to them
for he is willing to sacrifice them
in his pursuit of self enlightment
but to enlighten himself
is to find who he really is.
These bullets which pierce the heart
beyond any rare metal that one could mold
into the most protective armor
beyond the realms of a force field that one could conjuouer up
while attepmting to shield themself from the hammer
which befalls them from this angry soul.
A hammer beyon the control of thor
beyond the control of the Blacksmith from which this man was forged
Hephaestus frowned when this man was forged
God knew that his smile was true
only when the clouds and the sky were never blue.
He walks out the door
a bloody massacre at a celebration for a friend
this guilt that rides him no more
He is no ones fool.
The path to his enlightenment is paved in the blood of others
that he has denied
to know this man is futile