At Least I'm not as Sad as I used to Be

The Reverend Proclaims
They shall burn in hell for being young
Condemning himself to the same fate
as he did the same long ago

And they lounge outside the church
earphones in
heads bopping
cigarettes held loosely between their lips

as the beat begins to build
they unsheathe their weapons
and the drums begin to pound in their heads
and they go numb

and their shivs and knifes
and the guns they stole from the closet
and the baseball bats
start to be used

and they all go insane
and they all go crazy
and they all turn into lunatics
ashes ashes they all fall down