Your bullet will expand as it penetrates the skull, pulverizing grey matter until it blows most of who he was out the back door you created in his head, and then it will still shatter bone and shred arteries in the evil bastard standing behind him. You’ll leave mountains of dead bodies in your wake, you’ll wade through the rivers of blood you’ve spilt, and you’ll gaze with proud victory upon a landscape strewn with broken and severed body parts.
The following morning, you’ll hold a baby as gently as a lamb, and when you do, you’ll still feel the same warmth in your heart that you do now, and you don’t want to lose that. Continue reading “Be Good”