Executive aftermath agenda,
aggressive surviver of the bottomless pit,
improperly evil,
how so evil?
Absolute destruction,
blinded upon paper,
people walking around,
bleached upon paper,
while children cry for them,
alone on the sidewalk,
hoping for a better tomorrow.
Buildings begin to fall like the leaves in the fall,
and a man on the corner all alone playing his violin.
Sweet tones for sour eyes.