“It feels a bit sad you know,
That in the end, well all be dead, and no one shall remember our names.”
Said the one man to the other.
He continued,
“Even those who are famous now,
Are slowly disappearing,
As life goes on,
Our names are lost
And misplaced among the past.”
The other man just sat and stared.
He knew he was not going to be forgotten.
The know-it-all drunkard keep talking,
Abut how no one will care about Caesar,
Or Jesus
Or Bob.
It seems to me, thought the non-talking man, that this man is a bunch of
lies.
He reached in his coat and pulled out a gun,
“I shall be remembered you see!
I’ll cause so much death
That when people look back into the past they’ll think of me!”
He shot the drunkard in the head,
Ran out of bar,
Shooting and hooting
At everyone and everything that happened to get in his way.
He shot everyone he knew,
His mother
His farther
His brother
His sister.
He shot the local farmer
The crazy doctor
He even shot the blind baker.
He kept going till everyone he knew had died.
Sadly, he died of a heart attack,
So when a S.W.A.T team came to the town,
There was no one who knew the killer’s name.

So if you think you are going to be forgotten,
Please remember this lesson,
If you are going to go on a killing spree,
Leave one person standing,
Then for god sakes,
Teach him your name.
 
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