I sit amongst a mountain, in a cabin floored with lead.
For the outside, involved outcast, I was afraid of them.
When the sun fell, they would come and shout about.
Voicing out their murmurs, in tongues slandered and devout.
They would bellow, names of glory.
While they danced in pout.
Only to claim to be waining when the light showed them the way out.
For it wasn't happiness or petty things.
Nor was it, hope or sibling rivalries.
No, when the sunbeams came, they hid away in frozen nests, and listen to shuttering lullabies, Oh, how the wind did sing!
They'd sit and talk in different tongues.
Frighten all the young ones.
They'd go into town, the villagers prepared with guns, enveloped ammo around them.
For how could they know, the end had just begun.
For I had seen it.
From my base filled with lead.
I saw them engulfed in a blink.
Yes, most of the population was dead.
A blip, a whisper in the air.
They didn't stand a chance, not like they cared.
The large plume that plummeted far and wide.
They screams of terror as some were burned alive.
It wasn't a happy day, when I got left behind.
See, I hid and feared.
I had warned them "the end was near"
They all thought I was crazy.
Yes, they all thought me insane.
Little did they know, that big red button I pressed would ruin they're day.
