Dormant Killer


A dormant killer,
Sits and drinks.
Drowning pain,
Not extinguished by shrinks.

He's a ticking bomb,
With a volatile fuse.
You would never know,
He left no clues.

After much planning,
But no actual thought.
He has put the final touches,
On his unforgivable plot.

Equipped with a gun,
And outdated political views.
A scene that has become all too common,
On our national news.

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