Mutatis-Mutandis
03-11-2008, 02:26 AM
The image is all to fresh
The plume of smoke coming out
Of the gaping wounds inflicted upon the pillars in the sky
Then they fall, collapsing as if from the latest Bay film
This is no CGI though, this is all too real. Surreal.
War now a product of the collapse.
Evil begets evil, death begets death
I thought they stopped falling long ago
But everyday I am reminded differently.
The towers’ rubble that once spread through the
Streets of that grey jungle, like water flowing into a maze of concrete
Now spreads across the planet, covering all it touches in soot,
In blackness. In dismay. In the color of inhumanity.
No, they are still falling.
If you look, you can see them, they are right in front of you
Will they ever stop falling?
The plume of smoke coming out
Of the gaping wounds inflicted upon the pillars in the sky
Then they fall, collapsing as if from the latest Bay film
This is no CGI though, this is all too real. Surreal.
War now a product of the collapse.
Evil begets evil, death begets death
I thought they stopped falling long ago
But everyday I am reminded differently.
The towers’ rubble that once spread through the
Streets of that grey jungle, like water flowing into a maze of concrete
Now spreads across the planet, covering all it touches in soot,
In blackness. In dismay. In the color of inhumanity.
No, they are still falling.
If you look, you can see them, they are right in front of you
Will they ever stop falling?