3525: 4
By Virgils Vigil
Situation out of control.
So much for Olympus,
This volcano’s extinct.
Nothing can happen ‘till
you swing.
I’m too tired to hold a pair of chopsticks,
Genetically altered soy beans.
People should be more ambiguous,
Do you agree?
Playing it close to the vest?
That means you’re smart.
She’s a menace.
Enough said.
I want to leave my mark again,
Batting practice at sunset.
Your head is the only one that works,
An arch inside your heart.
Going into free fall.
Show no mercy.
Nostradamus found it,
But he must’ve got lost.
A state of emergency
Subculture magazine.
Swing at machines,
Caught in the middle.
High tech mannequin,
A bomb falling rapidly.
Hit one out of the park,
A request from a hometown fan.
We can’t let it go public.
She’s willing to destroy a whole town.
Just hold still.
Purge sequence: initiate.
The palm of my hand still stings.