In The Shadow Of A Tornado

With every step I take
I feel, I might suffocate,
Walking my thin middle row,
I'm in the shadow of a tornado.

The air is filled with electricity,
I can't deny the tensitiy,
In the crossfire of gazes,
Navigating humanity's greatest mazes.

Dogteeth flashes in snarls,
Waiting for the call of the earls,
Mesmerized, with hungry eyes,
They are ready for holy fights.

One word, one touch,
Is enough for each bunch,
To rain the holy fire,
We are all dancing on a wire.

The crowds radiate the heat of anger,
And sometimes I wonder,
If I'm destined to burn in it,
And can I do anything about it?

They are so close yet so far,
I feel like, If I extend my arm,
Surely I can reach them,
But I know they'll push me back.

I'm an outsider, an enemy,
Not fitting in is my destiny,
"With us or against us,
Simple, it shall be thus."

Then what if my faith,
Is being consumed by flames,
I fear, they may take my life,
On their violent way to the might.