when we kill you there will be dancing in the streets. your blood will fill up every street in the world and we will all run and leap and wheel through it and rejoice; everyone in the world will know when you die and we will all be happy again. the dead children of war will rise up and play, gleefully splashing in the gutters and ditches which are all full of your entrails, and there will be food for them, and clothing, and a place to sleep; the problems of scarcity will be solved instantly, by everyone, in the ecstasy of your passing. the stock tickers will all climb, everyone will have a pension fund; better yet, money will be a thing of the past. there will be a new and perfect logistical system of distribution based entirely in the connection we all feel after you're dead. no one will ever have to worry about disability again in the society we will produce by killing you. violence is gone too; no one will ever be violent after, the last gasp of violence will leave us as you topple to the ground and choke in the dust and we will all paint pictures to put in the history books, that time we killed you and were perfectly happy, and all our wrongdoing left us with your death
