Guns are for killing which are the guns that kill us
A delayed posting of my initial reaction in prose to the Aurora tragedy:
Guns are for killing which are the guns that kill us. So when a man that reels with a mind heavy and ill Pours violence on victims in the dark night and flickering awe, I can only shake with monstrous grief at the thought Of grey blood in the light of muzzle flashes, Aisle blood flowing over my senses. All these guns made for forcing entropy's reign In the lone and dreary world.