The Rise of Severn Bridge

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 

This poem is about: 
Me

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