You stand in the shadows of the park. You stand and listen. Patient like a cat. You can hear the shoes flapping on the sidewalk. You raise the hammer. You time the swing by the sound and you guess right. The hammer flails down on a young man's head with a grisly crunch. He falls dead to the ground. You swing twice more to be sure and you clear out. You clean the hammer every day now. To help hide DNA traces. You are so happy now. You are like a god now. You are above the others. This proves it.