Thriller in Manila.

The hour is midnight, the minute is chaos,

There is no power, the lights stay off.

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A squandry of people flood the unlit floors,

The wave of panic on the airport shores.

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Staff and passengers unsure of their action,

Terminal lockdown is their only reaction.

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The dark halls are busy with whispers and those who sleep,

The empty long corridors echo silence and asylum creep.

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We wait for the ray of light, our sign of power,

Will it be now, or even in this hour?

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Awaiting my journey and for my deliver,

Oh what a night, the thriller in Manila.

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