He was a monster,

The man that I hated.

He was everything I disliked,

And very outdated.

When I think of him,

My heart will implode.

Not from emotion,

But from the bomb’s code.

His name is the spark,

That creates a killing flame.

You always make me question,

Was this really all a game?

But of course it was,

And time will tell.

When you will truly regret,

That time that you fell.