I imagined
   the end
        would be much worse
After a peace treaty
    muttered through clenched teeth
        the horrors would be revealed
And the carnage
    the dead
        the dead heaped hopelessly
            carelessly
                strewn in every place unimaginable
And the wounds of the wounded
        bleeding profusely
            gushing violent red
        festering foul-smelling yellow-orange pus
    wounds, that even when healed
            still ache
But this
        this
            this is manageable
A bullet straight through the chest
        clean
            sharp
                precise
                    shot by a professional
    so there is only one casualty
Only one heart impaired
Somehow this
        is better
An assassination before the war begins
And all hell breaks loose