Evil showed up, one warm dark night,
Fully prepared to glorify his name.
He would show them what he was capable of,
Their lives would never be the same.
When twisted men do, what their kind will,
They can't just keep it to themselves.
Satisfaction comes, when innocent blood spills,
A desire surely born in the flames of Hell.
Like a lion, seeking a lamb to slay,
He lay in wait, til the perfect time came.
Mistakes can be made, in the light of day,
This monster chose midnight to play his game.
He walked in the front door, but not alone,
His demon was with him, pushing him on.
He entered the dark room, looking around,
Surveying the calm, before the storm.
When all felt right, he snuck outside,
To put on his mask, and gather his toys.
He opened the door, and threw the gas inside,
Then came the shooting, the screaming, the noise.
In a panic, some ran, and some tried to hide,
Others simply fell, and started to pray.
All around the room, the wounded ones cried,
Others were silent, having lived their last day.
As soon as he was done, the killer turned and fled,
Surprised that he had made it out alive.
When the horror was all over, a dozen people were dead,
And dozens more, still struggling to survive.
Police caught the coward, and took him away,
Doctors, and Coroners, did their jobs too.
Reporters and cameramen, earning their pay,
Woke us all up, with the grizzly news.
Our sense of security, is now all but gone,
Whether at night, or in the noon day sun.
But until we stand up, and show we're still strong,
The enemy has already won.
