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I walked towards the door with key in hand. It had been ages since I'd seen the inside of the house in which I grew up. My parents had died some years ago, but I never went to see what was left. With a sigh, I opened the door.
When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that's amore.
We used to be united, a country for all men,
But now we are untied, a ghost of what has been.
Smashed ceramics, toppled furniture. The sound of sirens, the color of authority. Crimson pools on the floor, following the length of a delicate, outstretched arm. A man in handcuffs sits crying on the step.
"I... Why did I do it?" he screams silently. How awful it is to come unhinged so easily.
Suddenly I was blind. A horrific flash went off in my face, followed soon after by a deafening roar in my ears. I looked around, but all I could see was white. The buzzing left in my ears was punctuated by dull voices yelling and crying. I curled up in a ball on the floor, almost in tears. I want to go home.
He was staring out the window again. After he got back, storms became an instant source of terror. A flash of lightning came, and he flinched again. With the following thunderclap, he hit the floor, as if shaken from his foundation by the noise. Tears rolled down his face as readily as the rain poured. War is a fickle thing.
The sound of thousands of men pounded out a steady rhythm into the concrete. They were here.
"C'mon, we don't have much time," I said, scrambling to the top floor of the townhouse. The five other men along with me rushed up the stairwell as quietly as they could. We each took up positions along the windows. Across the street, another squadron lined up along the rooftop.
Reaching into my coat, I pulled out a small plastic box with a red switch on it. The army continued on down the boulevard. It was time. Time came to a near standstill as the windows broke under the weight of our weapons. I took the detonator in my hands. With this, I would be setting off the largest conflict our world had seen...
So I pressed it. The ends of the elevated walkway down the road became engulfed in fire as the explosives detonated. The army below was trapped with a storm of angry men armed to the teeth with the element of surprise and the mobility of a tiger.
"Vigilo Confido," slipped from my mouth as I brought my weapon to bear, a harbinger of the end of this occupation.
The steam began to cry in various whimpers and squeaks as the water began to boil. In the distance, a cloud of ash and rock rose from the mountaintop. The flowing river of molten earth had raced to the sea with the speed of a god. The earth was beginning to form again.
I looked out across the crowd as my fate grew closer. The blood rushed through my veins as I stood silently with my hands behind my back.
"This is it," I said to myself.
I stepped out closer to the audience, several armed men following close behind me. I drew a deep, calming breath and started to speak.
"My fellow Americans, today is a great day in the history of the world. Now we can truly make America great again," I said. History would remember the day Bernie Sanders won the presidency.
I look at the road unfolding before me. Left and right, diverging pathways leading off into the forest.
"To hell with the side way, be it traveled well or a new adventure. I have determined this my life, and so I shall follow."
And so I made the biggest regret of my existence: holding priorities.
A chorus of sound filled my ears with a spectrum of joy, terror, melancholy, solemnity, angst. Dissonance, consonance, harmony. Gold across the western skies, maroon and silver intermingled. Light enters my eyes by way of music.
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