Littleton, 1999 
(through the eyes of Eric Harris) 

        Speak of the devil -- and here he comes toting rifles, handguns, pipebombs
and knives 
        Wrath of the jaded rains down on the arrogant -- the malicious hypocrite
and the bigoted ignorant 
        One has a Magnum -- one has a bomb -- the fuse burning swiftly -- the
assault has begun 
        The two move forward with glee in their eyes -- and with fatal accuracy let
the bullets fly 
        Someone screams -- people dive to the ground -- the White Caps dance, the
collapse all around 
        Pools of blood flow from ever-stilled hearts -- that once knew only hatred
and spite 
        A dozen corpses of All-American youth -- who knew how to be "christian" but
knew nothing of truth 
        They claimed to be holy but didn't they know that Jesus himself warned "you
reap what you sow?" 
        The misguided passion of the bitter enraged led these two antisocials on
their Anti Crusade 
        With passion-filled eyes and revenge on their tongues they giggled like
schoolgirls and levelled their guns -- 
        Then with peace in their hearts and hate in their eyes and with one final
glance upon the world they despised, 
        In the library side-by-side they knelt -- pulled back the triggers and sent
themselves straight to Hell.