When The Bullet Meets The Brain.
February 16th 2008 06:14
As time passes the frequency and brutal efficiency of school shootings and those who commit them will only increase. This cancerous infection that scars lives and bodies is the growing epidemic of the Human Disease.
It would be so simple and easy to blame those who stalk the halls and shadows with an arsenal and a mission. It would be convenient to assume that the problem ends when they go point-blank with their own malicious tools of destruction and take their own lives.
If only the world were so simple....
Yet it never seems to end there. The virus has manifested itself in it's most primal and violent form. Yet with the death of the host it does not end. The seething venom that courses in the tap of every faucet and the static of every television is not stopped. It is not cured. It does not wither or stall.
The toxin gushes forth, it boils and spills over, and more lives are lost and it tumbles onto the fresh soil. It sinks into our institutions and foundations and consumes logic and reason. It hungers without end, until we forget where it started or why our children froth at the mouth with a ravenous thirst. We forget who to blame and why they're guilty.
We ignore the mirror.
We become one with the plague.
I will grieve for the lives lost. I will wish them second life. Yet I will grin at the ignorance of the many. I will delight in their curiosity. I will watch as they prod the corpse and examine it's brain. I will smirk as they rot from the inside out.
I am the spirit of retribution. I am the lover of irony. I am that which knows the killer in each human disease, in each human beast. I am the one who sees the cannibal glutton in your eyes and heart. We are all so guilty.
Oh child. How beautiful, a massacre, you are.
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