Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gases. Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits. Been sitting there for years, now I'm gonna have at it. I cut through the fence, run right in, and grab it.
Another rainy morning mingling at the market. Bartering for food for another day. Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings. Executions have begun.
Poison is bubbling. Beneath your dreamhome. Buried there years before. . Kid runs in crying. From playing in the garden. "Mommy, I burned my hands!". .