Light Over the Skyline

President (grave):

Reports confirm it—

Marco’s name is currency in the underworld now.

Isaiah (low):

I can feel it.

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Deals moving faster than the law can trace,

Crews uniting under one new face,

No speeches, no flags, no public crown—

Just fear changing hands underground.

We took down a tyrant, broke the chain,

But power hates a vacuum—it remains,

Marco’s learned what shadows teach:

Control spreads quiet, out of reach.

President (spoken):

We need to act—

Together.

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Former Mayor:

This is what I warned you all about.

Isaiah:

You warned us—or you paved the route?

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You call him evil, call him wrong,

But cities run on rules, not songs,

I chose order when hope ran thin,

That’s how survival works—you win.

Marco understands the math of night,

You can’t save everyone with light,

You burn too bright, you break the calm—

Fear is the only steady arm.

Isaiah (cutting in):

That lie already killed one hero.

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You talk like peace is bought with souls,

Like silence proves that you’re in control,

You sold tomorrow for a calm today,

Then call it wisdom when people pay.

You don’t get to preach survival now—

You taught the dark exactly how.

Marco’s rise? That’s on your name.

Don’t dress your fear up as a plan.

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Former Mayor:

You think shouting fixes this?

Isaiah:

No—

Standing does.

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President:

Isaiah, hear me—we’ll mobilize,

Law, resources, every line,

But symbols matter in a fight like this,

People need something they can trust and see.

Isaiah:

Then give them truth, not another deal,

I won’t trade lives to make it feel stable,

If Marco’s building a throne in the dark—

I’ll be the signal that tears it apart.

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Isaiah:

I won’t rule from fear, I won’t hide my face,

I’ll meet the night in open space,

If darkness thinks it owns these streets—

Watch what happens when light speaks.

President:

This nation stands with you—go.

Former Mayor (quiet):

God help us all…

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(Wind roars; energy swells)

Isaiah (resolute):

This city doesn’t belong to shadows.

(He lifts—light ignites, flooding the skyline.)

Narrator (soft):

Above the fear…

Above the deals…

The light returns.