My first and only poemWalking through a town filled with laughter and cheer
Children playing in the streets
They stop and stare a I walk into town
My clothes stained with the blood of those who I've slain
The stench of hatred and fear wafting from their eyes
Struck with fear, unable to move
The children lay there, covered in blood
As I walk past the massacre I stop and stare at those I have wronged
And I think to myself...
I regret nothing.