Nihilist

The beeps of the subways

Match the ticks of a broken clock

Its glass shattered by the hands

Of those who created it

One move by the hands of time

Brings a death charred

From the flames scattered

In the war-torn streets

of my home

A revolution has stirred

Swarming across the nation

Faster than the speeding bullet

Sliding its metal

Through the hollow tunnels

Where the voices that speak

Echo for all crawling

on the other side to hear

The light no longer shining down

Beaming with a promise

That the world hasn't purged below the storm

Swallowed by the roaring thunder

Of an uprising

I'm going to meet them

That brought the embers

To replace the rain

The mist masked as ash

The ones who will hunt

The most powerful predator

Who carved their name into the trees

Rows of skyscrapers

Flushed in numbered leaves

The people who built

The design of class

The force of order

Will always be the one

To seed its decay