Justice's Obstruction Becomes it's destruction Chaos becomes the assumption Only succumbing to society's function Seeing the bombs flashes Chared bodies litter the streets on flames turning into ashes A person running with a molotov cocktail Another person running with a flail Flamming bombs comming from the sky like hail Police forces known they have failed The last cop takes his last exhale Someone smashes a molotov on his back He cannot attack Only panick as his flesh is seared by the flames It drives him insane He hopes for it to rain Now he falls to the ground no longer feeling pain Others trample his still smoking body At least his soul is now free..