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The Phoenix Missions
It was the same street I walked down every day.
The same street that used to carry me
Fom here to there.
Loud and hurried, always rushing...
Traffic and footsteps flooding the surface,
Bright lights and radiant warmth,
And then it stopped.
It was the same street I walked down every day.
Ripping at my burning eyes to see
Through the haze.
It was like a thick fog and it was so cold and heavy.
Nothing moved, there was not even wind.
The motionless cars upturned,
Encasing their operators like coffins.
Everything a dull grey.
My face was beginning to freeze.
It was time to break and enter.
The mall would do just fine;
After all it had over 60 shops and services.
Who was left might find us,
For we would gather inside around the burning drum
To keep warm
And to share tales of the past and what we lost.
We wondered how far it went,
But deep down we knew
That the world was gone.
And so I, sickeningly excited by it all
Appointed myself as leader
And began to tell tales of rebirth
By the light of the fire
To much hurrah.
Oh yes, we would regroup, regather, rebuild.
No evil could be left in the world,
And so we marched forth with I in front.
Finally a profession befitting a man of my caliber,
Later to be known as The Great Pioneer and Chief Commander
Of the North-East Division...
We would embark on what is now spoken of as
The Phoenix Missions.
