Straight as razor
Splitting through space
A supersonic projectile
Determined and deadly.
Like a bolt of lightning
Surging through our brains
The sudden awareness
Of creeping horror.
Of creeping horror.
Sometimes we make a choice
But sometimes it is made for us
Converging upon us
Unaware and dumb.
It is then
That we are confronted
With mere seconds to decide
The fate of eternity
In life or death.
A long time coming
But now before us all
The violent spasms
Of dying men.
The dawning has come
But many still sleep
Comfortable, smug
Protected, and rich.
To busy to notice
The rising smoke
Burning through the cities
Far, far away.
The flames lick
At our foundation
But we have waxed
Fat and numb.
Unable to grasp
How deep the hole
Or how far
The fall.
A fool doubts the truth
But the truth is reality
The kind you see
But everyone denies.
Some will survive
And some will not
But now,
Now more than ever
Look around
And look over.
And some will not
But now,
Now more than ever
Look around
And look over.
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