False Trophy The cold tempered steel against my blacks making my skin crawl like those who destroy Their trophies hang on large wooden plaques manipulating them like a childs toy Walking stalking The challenge has begun Alone I face them treacherous at home Scurrying about almost at a run Great they face me like an army of drone Bang! Three fall with three shots to the head each vanishing like pebbles in water Roars echo around me I m full of lead Fading out how can I end this slaughter Sanity has returned but at what cost Have I left my digital holocaust TZ-iMP ABi-