I wrote this in high school. Interesting reading things I wrote then and wondering what was going through my head

For those who live in the bustle of the law,
Years and years through rock you did claw,
To see the smiles on the faces of Ma and Pa,
Do you ever think of all the blood you draw?

Pouring out words like no tomorrow,
No thought to the lies that you borrow,
If paid you would surely kill a sparrow,
In the mirror you look like a devil with a halo.

You’re going down hard and fast,
Maybe we’ll be obliged to give you the gas,
To save those who kill we’ll hold a mass,
But you will only be a thought in the past.