us villains and our cold hands

the ones responsible

for turning legions into ash

blood into poison

skies into radioactive oceans

look at how their synthetic hearts perform an odd act of mourning

transparent liquid pours from their eyes and they gasp repeatedly

they have a word for it

why are you crying

who made you cry

and those malevolent fingers of theirs point at us

we are shielded with a cloud made of destruction, anguish and terror

we snap the blade in half before it cuts us

we burn their hand before it touches us

we destroy the world before it destroys us.