Rushing the Masses

That sardonic smile spreads across my face, 

Killing time is all that comes to mind. 

She keeps waiting for me,

impatient as always. 

Blistering heat brings out the worst in me,

for I am a miserable creature.

Sweat dripping down,

invading every crevice in it's wake.

We leave this blessed hell hole,

only to occupy another just like it.

God, this heat is a killer,

just like my intuition.

"Let's get this over with," she says,

"And let's not take all day."

"Yes ma'am,

This won't take long."

Maybe our intentions are good,

but who's to know?

Donning my mask,

forward into the crowd I go.

"Look here all you vile beings,

Death is upon you.

All your groveling and self-pity bring nothing but hatred for each other,

Making my mission more difficult.

Find your happiness not in your wallets or on your television.

Look into yourselves and tell me what truly makes you joyful.

Love each other, because hatred and loathing will kill you all."

And with that said, a bullet ripped through my chest.

People hate to hear what they need to.