When the carnage began, the people flocked

like murders of crows, red coal eyes gleaming,

ripping and tearing at every shred of light,

which rippled through the crevices of the blinds,

floating in an atmosphere of dust and ash,

burning buildings, burning bodies, burning,

burning; the whirl of mechanical laughter

shattered the eardrums of all those in reach,

within the vicinity of the machine

out to spread crimson letters of pain and death

across the pages of the history of here, now,

forever, the past, the present, and the future.