PRESENTATION OUTLINE
I'm going through buildings picking everything up as I go. I look around and I see horrified looks on people's faces as I come near. I see crying faces of children as I approach. 'I'm sorry...'. I see the buildings have been torn down. The more I look around, the more I become infuriated.
I'm angry now. No, angry wouldn't begin to describe how I was feeling. I'm running around the city trying to find out why I'm hated, why I not cause despair wherever I go. Why I'm me..
So I guess this is who I am... I will take everything in my way down; trees, cars, roads, everything.... I am a devil of dust
