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Ten stories below, God forsaken hole

His heart pounds at an alarming rate

With his pistol he sits, side by side

With a building hate

Surrounded by the power to destroy the world

To make it just a memory keeps him in turmoil

Though it keeps him on the edge of his sanity

When his shift is over he'll once again be free

Through diligent training he's earned the right

To sit in the seat of red

With button to match at arms length

He touches with outstretched hand

Palms of sweat and itchy finger

He sits and bides his time

No time to ponder, unexpected alarm

The colored light flashes the sign

Opening the book and entering the code

The gates are locked, the doors are shut, blocking off the roads

Tension is growing, excitement in the air

This feeling familiar but this insanity is rare

Assassins game is over, no more he will play

The sun has subsided it's a cloudy day

The testing is over, the last one for real

The waiting is over, these wound will not heal

When darkness overcomes the sky and clouds begin to bleed

You'll find yourself not knowing, fate's warning you must heed

The judgment day upon you, from fear you must refrain

Find the deepest shelter to guard you from the rain