"Glass Mirage: An Ironic Illusion of Broken Reflections"
Two masked men sped through lanes, waving their guns,
Racing into the rays of the sun.
The tools they used were blunt, only fools do break-ins for fun,
Staying awake all night, planning this heist,
It was taking them months.
In less than 60 seconds, they would be done,
Spending the day on the run.
That's 10 million ways to the grave, another souffle for the sponge.
Run up with a pump shotgun to the window of your driver-side door,
Stick that pump shotgun in your face and shoot first before you drive off.
Die soft, apply pressure to the pedal until you slide off.
Baseball bat hitting your temple, knocking your brains on the sidewalk.
I saw I'm born,
At the truck stop, stealing catalytic converters under the side floor.
In AutoZone, looking for a radiator hose—overreaching,
Overhead helicopters float
Overheated,they may have been exposed,
Time to break another window and irradiate your souls,
Over Eden,
Overloaded and overseasoned,
Reported robberies blare over tonal beacons,
Only they know the reasons, let the chaos deepen
the cashier could careless what the people know.
The sharpness of solitude's grip, as time passes and entices,
The shards of your devices break like glass into vices.
The banter of two bandits, where criminality finds it's voice,
In shattered glass, remnants of the past make a final choice—
speeding out the parking lot unmasked in dark rejoice.
Notorious truck thieves from Tiger Hooven,
Educated in window theft, light diffusion for the slight delusion.
You got the passenger and the driver shooting.
On the highway, doing 100,
The getaway car hits some spike strips while the tires moving,
The fog lights of a SWAT truck caused slight confusion.
Crashing into a picket fence, the weeds are dense,
When the mind is loosened.
Running through those weeds, he heard the finest music,
Sticking to the plan, stars align while the night pursues them.
We will be rich indeed, winners bleed, it's time-consuming.
Two masked men living in different dreams, divide illusion.
The force of their footsteps crushed the crimson leaves,
Mimicking a cheetah's movement, the song of wind through trees, designing a blueprint.
Eerily quiet, dead silence like time was looping, got it down to the science unit.
The weeds give way to a log cabin in the distance, the breeze smelled like lighter fluid.
"In a forsaken land, where darkness seeps, their hearts are at peace.
They lost the people, they lost the street.
When you've got the money, ignore the sleep.
Two masked thieves lurk toward the cabin,
fingers on the trigger, secure and discreet.
Through thorny thickets, they tread through the night,
where the logs are made of glass, and horrors ignite."
In a haunted log cabin, where darkness weaves its spells,
Two masked thieves descend into madness experiencing their own scenes of hell.
Amidst shattered glass, where horrors ignite,
All illusions, mirror the broken reflections of light..