Beware My Mood

When I get in my moods, you need to stay away, cause I will shoot you in the face point blank.
I wish I could kill every person that crosses me or pisses me off.
I'll replay the moment of your death, over and over in my mind, the final fuck you, the hate I feel for you, summed up via a bullet smashing though your face.
You knew I was mad, but you chose to ignore that, now your a dead sack of shit, messing up the area.
What a feeling of relief when your gone, your nauseating existence ended.
My antagonist repelled, until the next one shows up, they too will meet a glorious end
by my hand, what caliber today, is the only question.