Cane broods on his misfortune

He enters the desert wilderness of his own mind

He obsessed over his misfortune and betrayal

He nourishes his resentment

"This is a stupid bloody planet, it can go to hell"

He turns to evil to obtain what good forbade him

And he does it voluntarily, self-consciously, and with malice

He does what he can to confound to the race of mankind in the first root

And mingle and involve earth with hell, all despite the great creator

That's exactly what Harris did at Columbine

It's exactly what he says in fact in his uncanny writings

People say all the time, "I don't understand how that could happen"

It's like, I don't believe that

I think an hour of thought, real thought

Real thought about your darkest feelings about existence itself

Illuminates the pathway to that thinking quite clearly

"Let him who has ears hear"