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The Graveyard
He often went to the Gun Club
He practised his shooting with a pistol
He went home and played computer games
Shoot 'em up kind of games
He was quite fanatical
He loved wiping out the enemy
He always reached the final level
He was not very communicative
He was probably anti-social
He didn't like school
One morning he awoke with a mission
He picked up a couple of hand guns
And went to school
He entered the building and started shooting
He wiped out ten of his schoolmates
The police arrived and they shot him
The story was all over the news
We can only guess why he did it
Should computer games be banned?
The modern world rushes forward
And there are many victims left behind
I think I will create my own computer game
It will be called The Graveyard
A place where people can stop and think
They can sit and contemplate
And remember all those that have died
We need time to consider our world
And plan how to improve things
All are welcome to The Graveyard
He often went to the Gun Club
He practised his shooting with a pistol
He went home and played computer games
Shoot 'em up kind of games
He was quite fanatical
He loved wiping out the enemy
He always reached the final level
He was not very communicative
He was probably anti-social
He didn't like school
One morning he awoke with a mission
He picked up a couple of hand guns
And went to school
He entered the building and started shooting
He wiped out ten of his schoolmates
The police arrived and they shot him
The story was all over the news
We can only guess why he did it
Should computer games be banned?
The modern world rushes forward
And there are many victims left behind
I think I will create my own computer game
It will be called The Graveyard
A place where people can stop and think
They can sit and contemplate
And remember all those that have died
We need time to consider our world
And plan how to improve things
All are welcome to The Graveyard
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Untitled 5.13.21
There is a seriousness I keep but It tends weigh heavier than what most would think
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In the modern world there is too much violence. We need to taske time out to sit and contemplate. Too many people die for pointless reasons. We have to remember the dead and change society for the better.
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thats sad