America Under Attack - Matrix7
Darkest hours of the morning
shattered by a blinding light.
Hear a roar not unlike thunder
hear the people's desperate cries.
Shockwaves of emotion tumble
to the ground so far below.
People run and fall and tumble
as twins of iron begin to groan.
Yet again a roar of rage
emiting from a fiery crash.
People locked inside a cage
taunted by the soot and ash.
Choosing death, they fall and tumble
crushed or burned, no choice was left.
Tears begin and vision jumbles
"Oh my God.." is all that's said
Other places burn with fire
a demon from our darkest dreams.
All we want/hope/wish/desire
is wake up from this horrid dream.
Loose the demon from its prison
invite it to rip out your throat.
Taste the sulfur, stop and listen
"Just the start" it rasps and gloats.
It just awoke the sleeping giant
Signed in our blood its own death...
For what this demon has just started
goes Where Angels Dare Not Tread.
My condolences and prayers with the families
and friends of the people in this tr