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Glass rains down, the streets ignite.

Sirens drown beneath the fight.

Crowbar hits the sliding gate.

What’s inside can’t hesitate.

Racks get cleared in seconds flat.

Steel toes stomp, we’re past all that.

Riot looting, boots hit ground.

Smash and grab, tear it down.

Strip the shelves, break the chain.

Empty hands won't come again.

Hoodie tight, the line moves fast.

Every grip could be the last.

Flat screens, ammo, hunting blades.

Push past smoke, the sky turns gray.

Chain is cut, the case gives way.

Ammo, knives, it’s all in play.

Riot looting, boots hit ground.

Smash and grab, tear it down.

Strip the shelves, break the chain.

Empty hands won't come again.

Sporting goods — snap the lock.

Barrels, blades — grab the stock.

Carts flipped, glass crunch...

Bag it up, move in a bunch.

Exit path is lit by flame.

Grab and bolt, forget the name.

Truck bed loaded, crate in hand.

Fade into a burned-out land.

Riot looting, break the glass.

Take it now, don’t let it pass.

Strip the shelves, this place is done.

This city riots — time to run.

Footsteps echo in the smoke.

Midwest dusk, city broke.

Riot looting — carved in stone.

Take it all, then run alone.