The Rise of Severn Bridge

November 4, 2017

Hundreds of red lights beaming out to the night

A hunkering metal shrine calling out my name

Do the drivers beneath know what they're passing under?

The drivers to my side never cared much about me

Earlier today I argued with Hitler in the woods

Eichmann, Goebbels and all his friends came too

Every scream and the sky changed colour

And I noticed I had changed worlds

I slid under a night of darkness

Avoiding the agents, disguised as the villages of
Easter Compton

Pilning, and the very lucky people of Severn Beach

I was hiding from the electricity

Under a thicket, dirt rubbed all over

That is when I first saw it, emerging from the darkness.

I have crawled through the tunnel of the vacuum

and am now prepared to enter a parrarel universe

My phone is dead and millions of souls are all calling out my name

The nazis from the woods couldn't stop me after all

I am now converted, a member of Severn Bridge

Well where was everyone else? when Severn Bridge appeared

With the police, dumbfounded, and cowering in fear

The tyranny of my escape torments them

But just like me, it was the lights that hit them

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