Sierra used to laugh, say, “One day we’re gone”
Now her chair’s a ghost and the clock drags on
He sees memos written like loaded guns
Smiles in the boardroom, knives when it’s done
They say, “Sign here, keep quiet, play nice”
While they build their thrones out of overtime nights
He learned to hear the truth in the things unsaid
Now the whispers in the wires won’t leave his head
So Ed walks slow through the hive in his borrowed tie
Heartbeat steady like a war drum under fluorescent skies
He’s up against corruption, greed, abuse, deceit, and lies
One evil bitch with a faceless mask and dead glass eyes
He doesn’t pray for mercy, doesn’t beg or run
He’s drawing up a silent storm, one man against the sun
He’ll burn their paper castle down from deep inside
’Cause revolutions sometimes wear a name badge and a tired smile
She talks in policy and hollow praise
Turns broken people into metrics on a page
Her voice is sugar poured over rust
Every promise just a weapon wrapped in trust
She’s got favorites branded, scapegoats lined
Files like shackles on a server spine
HR posters peeling off the walls
While she buries every honest soul who calls
Ed keeps his gaze dull, keeps his shoulders low
But his flash drive’s heavy with the things he knows
Screenshots stacked like matches in his drawer
Every lie she signed now a mark of war
He’s up against corruption, greed, abuse, deceit, and lies
One evil bitch with a faceless mask and dead glass eyes
He doesn’t pray for mercy, doesn’t beg or run
He’s drawing up a silent storm, one man against the sun
He’ll burn their paper castle down from deep inside
’Cause revolutions sometimes wear a name badge and a tired smile
He remembers Sierra saying, “Don’t die for this place
If it ever comes to war, make sure you choose your face.”
He’s got timestamps, signatures, altered rows
The empire’s rot in tidy columns shows
Something in his silence sets her teeth on edge
’Cause she’s never met a target who could write the pledge
Still up against corruption, greed, abuse, deceit, and lies
One evil bitch with a cracking mask and frightened eyes
He’ll send it all at once to every screen in town
And watch her nameless kingdom finally choke and drown
When the sirens of the headlines start to wail and ring
He packs a cardboard box, takes not a single thing
Walks past her office with its blinds half‑drawn
Just a ghost of a smile, and then he’s gone
’Cause some wars don’t need a banner or a marching band
Just one tired man with a quiet, ruthless plan
BlackHawk
