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A homeless man confronts a crucifix
He begins to shadowbox with it
Throwing punches profusely and painfully at its sacred presence
He wants to be loved
He so desperately needs to be part of the future
That Mother Mary tries to calm his spirits
He spits at her
The voices are no longer inside his head
They are real now
They salute now
They take command now
He has in fact become a precise military parade
That is dazed and confused
The drill cadence transcends his logic and reason
"To your left, to your right, to your right, to your left
To your left, to your, to your, to your, to your"
Halle Berry poster hanging haphazardly upon the wall
Each step he takes, the words grow in stature
They rise in volume
They begin to take on a character of their own
"Raise your guns to the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care"
A shooting over here, a shooting over there
Bodies and bullets flying everywhere
Paralyzed, paralyzed by a stroke of his genius
We are going crazy up in here
Paralyzed
Paralyzed