Serial Killer

I keep ringing the door bell,
no one comes out to see.
I think they are aware, its me...

I load my shotgun and break in.
I see the Ego sitting on the sofa
scared with my presence and ready to attack.
I shoot at him and look for the others.

I shoot at the Anger running towards me,
I shoot at the Dishonesty in ambush,
I shoot at the Rational thought on its defeat
I shoot at the Hatred hiding behind these.

The house is again peace and quite.
As I rest in the comfort of a chair
the door bell rings...
I reload my shotgun and wait for my prey
to run my bullets at their forehead like a spray.

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[Lively]

True poem. Man himself is his greatest enemy.