As I set in the seat of upcoming destruction my mind
wanders into space, not thinking of what's going to happen.
I'm setting in a seat of power, the power to save lives, and
also to take them away.
The button of choice, decisions to make with the touch
of a finger, I could destroy so much. Lives prematurely
brought to an end from just one mans greed. One man's greed,
ideas of greatness from one side, and insanity from the
other. You try to do the best for yourself, not thinking of
anyone else, but still the choice. The decision is there
going through your mind, like the blood that flows through
my veins. What to do? What to do?
The choice I made right or wrong was made. The doors
open, the bomb flows through the clouds like an eagle through
the blue, blue sky. The source of power and destruction hits
the ground, clouds of dust and fire everywhere. The dust
clears, everything gone mankind destroyed by its own
selfishness, what have I done? What have I done?
Birth sign: Leo
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