Bombs Away

In this day and age there are a lot of juggernauts out there,

Me included, just passing by,

In silence,

Waiting with outstretched hands,

A plea of green smoke billowing to the sky,

Their houses consumed by the light fixtures,

That will swallow them whole,

And send them to a dancing grave,

Too young before their time,

Multiplied by the disasters that follow,

A truth too hard for them to be discouraged by,

Leaving their brains in sellout's masterpieces,

Sometimes they fold, sometimes they swallow,

In any case, trouble is a brewing,

I wish I could select which one, till then.