It glides toward the city
Panels vibrating
Smashing cloud
Sun yet to rise
Filled with fire
vapor of death
Fuel pumps through
The missile boosts
The city comes into sight
Guided Missile is blind
Gone when it engineers death
Gone before it's own devastation
There will be a hole where the city is
Missile glides steadily toward it's center
The sun is rising
The nose touches down
Like a sperm to the egg
Roaring finally like an orgasm
Explosion enveloping city
Hitting the spot
An antogonist to life
savagely imitating it's mode
To take away that which could be
In flames and excuses
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