I stand at the crossroad and close my eyes,
The sound of a thousand marching footsteps,
Scurrying off under the night sky,
Sidestepping a lone figure standing tense.
The bright billboards overpower the dark night,
As it drowns into a maddening frenzy,
And bring the honking cars and passing crowd into limelight.
While the People passing by me, whisper, \"is he crazy?\"
But beneath the ruckus of the lively crossroad,
I hear the whirring of a motor,
A distant siren encroaching upon the clueless crowd
Black hawks whizzing across the sky at full throttle.
As I come to a terrifying realization,
A smirk spreads across my pale face,
welcoming tonight\'s orchestrated liberation,
And Expecting the mistress of death\'s final embrace.
And in the blink of an eye,
A million bombs light up the sky
And a million more silence the night.