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The night the killjoys take over the city, the only blood that will color the street is the blood of the corrupted.
The skyscraper will be a firework, seen even in the farthest zones of the desert.
The streets, back alleys and the buildings will be covered with graffiti, the sky will be burning, and the victims of the tyranny will look out of their windows and ask: “What's going on? What's going on?” and the killjoys will answer, “Destroya! Destroya is taking the city back!”
Music will blast out of the speakers of the towers.
People will sing, people will cry. People will be scared, people will dance.
They will be free.