Four dark eyes stare into the distance
Waiting to start another barrage
Anger boils and overflows
Endless days of death and despair
Have made them weary
Souls heavy with reality
Headlines say it ends tomorrow
It is time to get in those last licks
Before the deadline hits
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Fleeing, hearts pounding dripping fright
Losing sight, cut by the flying shards
Pressing their bodies together
As if that makes a difference because they are
Receiving those last licks
Monday morning dawns over the hills
And the four dark eyes peer out
Unable to stop scanning the horizon
Waiting to wreak havoc
If the BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Comes flying their way
The four dark eyes blink
Brains screaming "is it over?"
Better keep scanning
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