I see the carolers coming, singing their tunes offkey,
Dressed in ancient holiday finery, Top hats and Muffs.
The smiles on their faces bright, as they look to the listeners.
I see them and I smile as well, for I know my clip is full.
Walking right up, a different tune in my head, but smiling as well,
I put the first bullet into the head of one of the women.
Mothers and children scream as I make quick work of the jolly bastards.
Once done, I turn from that, and seek fresher prey.
I see a woman happily buying gifts for her family,
Quite loaded down with children and bags full of love,
Dropping my gun, my katana is raised,
For it shall taste the blood of innoncents this day.
With one quick stroke her back is laid bare,
Her spine showing slightly through the gash I made.
Her children scream and start to run,
But dont make it out of reach quite fast enough.
Their lives cut short, and their mothers to follow,
I begin to loudly sing the song in my head.
“Holly Jolly Christmas,” comes from my baritone pipes,
Raising the level of confusion around me.
A large man approaches looking to stop me,
with a crouch and a swing, I free him of knees.
The once happy mall, now awash in chaos and blood,
So peaceful and happy just moments ago,
Now the new focus of the lesson I teach this year.
Merry christmas to all, and may all of you die.
Sunrava