A Funeral We Celebrated

There they were, sitting in a row. Nicely dressed. All good men filled with hunger. Greed and disgust lay everywhere. As the smell of money filled the room, we all were stooping to our new lows. A pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on their prey. Ready to pounce on each other. Ready to steal their neighbour's food. Everyone was hating everyone. Yet everyone talked about love. And all I kept thinking about was, how beautiful it would be, if only I were given the opportunity to blow everyone's head off, one by one. Slice them, chop them neatly into pieces and then burn down the whole goddamned place. What a holy mess I would create. Beautiful.