Vincent Valentine Trans-species Operation
As the storm approached, an alert was heard.
It said "Get out now! Our strength won't last!
This city is damned! We know what's coming!
Abandon all you love it's your final chance!"
For some it was pride... For some suicide...
But that's not the issue here.
As those levees broke, you reclined and laughed.
"What's better than drowning a city of non-constituents?"
So your people cried, as if forgotten,
as they waited for help in this no-man's land.
And as the gas prices rose as fast as the death toll,
we screamed for a new leader.
What do we do? Where do we go?
What are we now that you've sunk a city?
Who is in charge?
