On a rampage
Are you ready?
For the killing?
For the slaughter?
I know you're willing
Are you ready?
To destroy
To rampage
Your weapon is your toy
So now here make war
Start up the fight
Make sure no one's left
At the end of the night
So do not show mercy
Do not show kindness
And to their fear
Show only blindness
And it's not unethical
What we do here
We fight now to save
Our children so dear
You think me a monster
You think me a freak
But before you judge
The truth you must seek
We do not kill people
We kill only weeds
I am no monster
I've made no one bleed
For the killing?
For the slaughter?
I know you're willing
Are you ready?
To destroy
To rampage
Your weapon is your toy
So now here make war
Start up the fight
Make sure no one's left
At the end of the night
So do not show mercy
Do not show kindness
And to their fear
Show only blindness
And it's not unethical
What we do here
We fight now to save
Our children so dear
You think me a monster
You think me a freak
But before you judge
The truth you must seek
We do not kill people
We kill only weeds
I am no monster
I've made no one bleed
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It's funny how you can write a poem about just about anything isn't it? It is true, this is a poem about me weeding my garden. You see, I'm a boy scout. We're told to respect all life. Yet we still weed our gardens, and we still kill spiders. Not to say I have any remorse for this ... espically not for spiders. ... Ugh ... I hate those things. Four too many legs in my opinion. This explains why we once converted the can of no-spider spray into a flamethrower ... ... ... that was a very fun week. But yeah, I just think it's funny. We're told to revere all life, yet we kill daily.