The Begings (Part 1 of an unkown amount)

And there they sat
in mist filled rooms
with sketched plans
for an ugly war
and spaghetti wires
to start burning play-dough
ashes still swish in the air
with minds unfocused
trying to burn the world
that had gave them hope
to burn the sky

the windows cracked by sunlight
as the last lines were drawn
the paper left fractured
in a precursor to the world
with belts strapped tight
and coats drawn close
they left into the blinding light
men with a mission
but only a little hope
to break the concrete
and to setup theory