Idiopathic.

Inside a crowded diner, swarms gather around the pool.
Wearing heavy black leathered coats, breaking all the rules.
Promises are broken as well, bets don't add up right...
Cold remarks are thrown, and someone starts a fight.

Drinks crash to the ground, women bolt through the door...
What first was a quarrel, is now a group brawl upon the floor.
Blood is introduced, leaks from one man's cheek...
None of the others notice when he drops down to his feet.

Wheezing in the corner, the poor man can barely breathe.
He's sweating quite heavily, combusting in dark sleeves...
One last cough that no one hears, one more problem to arise...
Stricken down by invisible hands, the man falls, closing his eyes.

Everyone continues in act, incognizant in their fare.
Soon the blaring sirens come, slicing through the tenseful air.
They arrive in certain lines of order, to leave with swift justice...
But strangely, they weren't the ones that brought upon the final judgement...