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Eric Harris:
Diary entry #34
April 19, 1999</i>
The preparations are complete. We have chosen this dark path to tread, but we no longer feel the cold fright of death as it looms over us quietly. The lost sheep will be found. We will guide them to the light. No one can change our minds – even if they did know what is to be.
Today we even notified the police of our forthcoming revenge. We told them the truth: we told them that it is the teachers’ and the parents’ fault for turning their children into intolerant sheep. All the equipment is ready. We have maps, weapons, and silent hand-signals. We have a list of over 500 targeted people. The mission will begin at 11:00 am, at which time we will enter the cafeteria, taking out the self-righteous pigfuckers who have made our stay here everything but enjoyable. God, I can't wait to kill you people. At first I though I would just go to some downtown area in some big fucking city and blow up and shoot everything I can, but then we realized what better victims than the monstrosities this town has created. We have been ridiculed, outcasted, branded, and shunned, and now it is time for us to rise up against the scum which plagues society.
So ends one old chapter, and so begins a new one. Our fate has arrived, and it is time to fulfill our destiny...
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Dylan Klebold:
The sun has set upon these weary eyes, and now a sinister presence shows us the way to descend. At this hour of judgment, both of us stand at the crossroads of existence, and have a decision to make. Our corrosive rain washes away the filth of today, and we loom in triumph above the dead bodies of our peers – now lying in a pool of unforgiving scarlet. The stench of death rising to our noses; the task is complete, and now we can lie peacefully in the earth.
Will we be viewed as criminals? I think our actions are justified. We have been tormented for years on end, and finally it is time to take a stand against this abuse. No remorse. No mercy. We will herd the sheep. We will spill the blood. We will take back what it ours: our dignity, our sense of being. We are human, too, yet these peasants continued to mistreat us. The looks on their face will be priceless. Surprised as they see that which they have created come back to haunt them. They will question why this is happening, as if their innocence still exists. But it is too late to save them.
I can see it now: the bodies piled to the ceiling.
I can hear it now: the screams of terror.
I can smell it now: the charred remains.
I can taste it now: the sweet victory.
When I look back I see I have no regrets. My conscience is clear. My thoughts are focused.
It is already done. There is no one to stop us. It is too late to save them.
Diary entry #34
April 19, 1999</i>
The preparations are complete. We have chosen this dark path to tread, but we no longer feel the cold fright of death as it looms over us quietly. The lost sheep will be found. We will guide them to the light. No one can change our minds – even if they did know what is to be.
Today we even notified the police of our forthcoming revenge. We told them the truth: we told them that it is the teachers’ and the parents’ fault for turning their children into intolerant sheep. All the equipment is ready. We have maps, weapons, and silent hand-signals. We have a list of over 500 targeted people. The mission will begin at 11:00 am, at which time we will enter the cafeteria, taking out the self-righteous pigfuckers who have made our stay here everything but enjoyable. God, I can't wait to kill you people. At first I though I would just go to some downtown area in some big fucking city and blow up and shoot everything I can, but then we realized what better victims than the monstrosities this town has created. We have been ridiculed, outcasted, branded, and shunned, and now it is time for us to rise up against the scum which plagues society.
So ends one old chapter, and so begins a new one. Our fate has arrived, and it is time to fulfill our destiny...
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Dylan Klebold:
The sun has set upon these weary eyes, and now a sinister presence shows us the way to descend. At this hour of judgment, both of us stand at the crossroads of existence, and have a decision to make. Our corrosive rain washes away the filth of today, and we loom in triumph above the dead bodies of our peers – now lying in a pool of unforgiving scarlet. The stench of death rising to our noses; the task is complete, and now we can lie peacefully in the earth.
Will we be viewed as criminals? I think our actions are justified. We have been tormented for years on end, and finally it is time to take a stand against this abuse. No remorse. No mercy. We will herd the sheep. We will spill the blood. We will take back what it ours: our dignity, our sense of being. We are human, too, yet these peasants continued to mistreat us. The looks on their face will be priceless. Surprised as they see that which they have created come back to haunt them. They will question why this is happening, as if their innocence still exists. But it is too late to save them.
I can see it now: the bodies piled to the ceiling.
I can hear it now: the screams of terror.
I can smell it now: the charred remains.
I can taste it now: the sweet victory.
When I look back I see I have no regrets. My conscience is clear. My thoughts are focused.
It is already done. There is no one to stop us. It is too late to save them.
as promised, here are 2 monologues (one from each) written for a friend's independent documentary on Columbine. he requested that i didnt include any names in the writings (including Eric, Dylan, or Columbine), as he is trying to make a good film and avoid too much controversy. Eric's is a diary entry, whilst Dylan's is him reflecting and thus is more poetic. Eric's has a couple real quotes of his.
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It really captures the two killers personalities. When you read Eric's journals, you can really sense the unbelievable amount of anger that was rooted in his mind. You get the feeling like he's happy with all the chaos in the world and wants more people to die.
Dylan is much more melancholy than Eric. He'd been going through severe depression for years and had thoughts of suicide. It's really sad thinking how they had such promising futures ahead of them and they chose end it all by taking their rage out on innocent kids.
Dylan is much more melancholy than Eric. He'd been going through severe depression for years and had thoughts of suicide. It's really sad thinking how they had such promising futures ahead of them and they chose end it all by taking their rage out on innocent kids.