Sometimes
Time
Must be
Wasted
In order for
Greatness
To become
Tangible
And sometimes
Time
That has been
Wasted
Come to bite us in the –

CRACK

“You didn’t have to kill.” I say shortly.

A raised eyebrow is all I get. I press on.

“You could have just let him be-“

CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK!

“I did, to late. Killing is all I know.”

A slammed door –

BANG – ANG – BANG!

Some broken glass –

CRACKLE
SNAP
POP
BANG
CRACKLE!

An old glass of vodka from three years prior and a camera with film in it painted with faces of Soviet Russia and industrialized Africa.

And suddenly?!

Suddenly!?

Lo! The LORD OF THE FLIES!

He carries his great prize, his pig, yet drags the bodies of young boys charred by lost fire!

He has grown of yet, grown tall and broad. He was this before, but not MORESO! Huge is he now, we expected no less.

And yet? The conch! The Conch! It is not to been seen of heard of for an age, a half an age, and an a week…

If you heard it’s call now would you still go?

It rules would you still obey?

LIES!

You are man!

SNAP CRACKLE BANGPOPSNAP CRASH!

And you are evil!

BANG

EVIL!

BANG!!

EVIL!

bangbangBANGBANG!

The Phantom agrees, he has seen more of you then you do!

And his love you still steal! Never again!

Disorganization is the whom of hope and greatness.

And now?

Sometimes
Time
Must be
Wasted
In order for
Greatness
To become
Tangible
And sometimes
Time
That has been
Wasted
Come to bite us in the –

CRACK

“You didn’t have to kill.” I said shortly.

It was too late, he said.