This is not me.
This is not mine.
I am invading.
This reaction is a revolution. A revolt.
I am being pushed out. Pushed away.
A cleansing of the ground. A cleansing of the mind.
The rocket ships firing, the fireworks blasting, are signs of my invading presence.
I bring fear. I bring panic. I bring worry.
The sounds you hear are meant to scare you.
They also scare me.
I am invading. Let me spread.
Allow me to wipe it all for our Rebirth.
