Angst

 

consecration

It seems that no matter where I turn;

The world feels itself so inclined to speak unkind words in my direction.

I try to just mind my own business and just live my life;

Difficult enough as it is.

At work, or at home, I find no empathy;

Only coldness and harshness;

Even complete strangers in passing.

Seem to want to take their turn when it concerns me.

I fill the magazine to the top with rounds.

I put the other two in my coat pocket.

My angst will contain a body count…

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