Elias bullets and brain

The hate invades my mind.
The regards mortified me.
Bullets and blood around me. I can't sleep.
The nightmares scare me.
I detest my mother, she can't help me.
The woman will die. She don't hurt me,
She is not to blame.
I hate the neighbors too.
I want to kill them,
I want to show them one little time in hell.
I'm thinking in how the bullets enter in their heads,
and the blood staining the door and floor.
And i burn my mother inside of the kitchen,
with newspaper and gasoline go down,
go down to first floor.
The neighbor opens the door
and i shot her in the head twice,
twice and her friends want to escape
but they receive the bullets in the head.
Other neighbors die too...
I go to good restaurant and prepare
the gun in the restroom.
Everybody will die.
Shooting their heads with unmerciful hate.
I only want to kill them.
This is like Vietnam.