Jared A's poem

death is a thing, we must all come clean,kill or be killed so you think,by killing are we not killing ourselves,death by gunpoint is no different from killing, it is stealing, when you kill you steal, steal the life for what? What do you gain, do you feel pain, this pain is a stain, a stain caused by the brain, you might go insane from this pain, for this pain is not like a stain, this stain is strain, strain from your brain,for you have strain because of the man who is dead, you may regret his death you may deny it but there is no science but you must imply the guy who has died can hear your lies.