Calmly entering a clockwork building of proper wealth and prestige, our motives are to uprise serenity; to create chaos and initiate a siege.
A walking explosion joins our masked crusade, to carry out the desired needs, it waits calmly on an ebony desk; it times the movements with assuring ease.
The civilians topple over and hide, their faces grim with a glimpse of terror; a young woman exceeds her bravery forth, a button is pushed, but one is more clever.
He steals a breath from her frightened soul, and dances calmly with her lifeless body; the authorities arrive with a nod of silence; dropped to the floor she is left to die.
Control is maintained within the complex, all remain silent without their breaths, outside the masses await the evils; cameras roll and crowds shriek to catch glimpse of the 'pests.'
Interviews of simple words captured with bleeding flashes of rebellion and pride, we stand before you with our intentions completed; the fires reign tall as does he who died.