The Crimson river

'neath the campus grounds runs a crimson river
the lone gunner sought to take them all
the vengeful Class warrior, forced to pull the trigger
his aim was clear and final,the devil had called

these virgin lands of sacred learning
now blackened by this tragic crime of hate
not long before you see more stakes burning
up in arms they'll all be, oh cruel arms of fate

a wordsmith was he,but one engulfed by rage
the gun dwarfed the pen ,he spoke of being cornered
and now as the cops survey the bloody wreckage
they find he'd harbored delusions of a martyr's honor

32 rang the toll of dead,and plenty fighting to survive
the gunner scared of life,decided to take his own life too
'morrow these horrors will be recalled by those who're alive
only to find them being repeated,under another blood stained hue