When you murdered my family, it was a stupid thing to do.
You killed them in cold blood and now I'm going to kill you.
You shot me also but I survived.
You're sorry that I'm still alive.
My family begged for their lives but you shot them anyway.
You're a dirty murderer and now I'm going to make you pay.
As I point this gun at you, I love to see you crawl.
You acted tough when you shot us but now you're pretty small.
I just shot you between the eyes and you hit the floor.
You murdered my family but you won't kill anymore.
(This is a fictional poem)