This is going to be in my book about Purgatory. It's written by an inmate for therapy.

You think I’m crazy?
I’m not crazy, you’re crazy.
Bang! Now you’re dead lady.

They’ve called me crazy.
They’ve called me lazy.
They’ve even called me dumb.
So why did they give me this gun?
Couldn’t they do their own dirty work?
They just sat back and watched me work.

I killed who they wanted, and some were even fun.
I especially like the ones who run.
Oh, they are the most fun.
I like to watch them run.

I like the false hope in their eyes.
I like when they pray to the sky.
Do they really think someone’s up in the sky?
I know no ones up there in the sky.

I stood in the rain on that fateful day
And prayed, and prayed, and prayed
But no one came to take me away
No one came to stop my gun.
Bang! I’m done