We have been waiting.
We have been expecting.
We have not a moment to spare.
Exhale and prepare for the new air,
Made of brickdust and unknown things.

You have been shown the way.
Guided by the sounds of prey.
Crawl through the warzone alleys,
Awe at what is on the other side.
A monument of the people's pride.
Scale the spire and light the fire,
Today is now a holiday.

Approach the sublime vestibule,
Awed by the surreal architecture of ethnicity.
Impossible to build, so easy to destroy.
Delicate and made of snow.
It conjures visions of unknown memories.
Remnants of a forgotten matrix.
Neuronic debris which you cannot see.

Climb to the top of this People's Steeple,
And await further instruction.
You angel of destruction.
Master of abduction.

Rejoice in the name of the one with the guns.
He purchased your freedom and kills those who oppose.
His name is of no importance.
His vision is of no density.
Pay him tax and let it be.
Raise the flag to honor his ways.
He brought the end to bitter days.

Yet here you are at the end of the rope,
Staring into an infinite scope.
Baked to burnt on Government dope.
Caressing the trigger with endless hope.

Will it be you?
Will it be he?
The stand-off of the century,
Guide the light across the seas for all eternity.

We have been waiting.
We have been expecting.
We have but all the time in the world.

We have brought you here to steer us clear of danger.
We have silenced the only witness.
You, in prime of fitness, will bring us order to the world
A Black Hand to hold the torch.
A beacon for our brothers.

Young Princip, shadow, it is now your time.
Draw your bead within a dime.
Do not think. It is not crime.
His snakey words are too sublime.

CRACK

Excellent work our deciple of truth.
Now for your flight from this world.
A pill hath will to give you the wings.
It's made of death and unknown things.

But what is this, there is no escape,
They've fed you to their judging bars.

But do not fear, help is on the way.
The bombs were built yesterday.

frank