Bringing fear to all the people,
Down the hill, sweeps a fire,
Burning all that dreams desire.
The steeple slides and then falls down,
Curshing more than half a town,
Buildings falling to the ground,
Collecting in a broken mound.
Explosions cruise the empty streets,
Consuming all within it's heat,
The people lay down on the floor,
Bodies burned through to their core.
Nobody survives the ferocious blast,
The people were not built to last,
They can not take such heat and pain,
Out of their shells, the souls do drain.
Into the sky, the God looks down
And smirks as all the people drown,
In seas of fire and depths of flame,
With accuracy intended in the aim.
The sky lights up and then grows dark,
This time there'll be no Noah's Ark.
Poetic Penguin - 8th April 1999
Updated 4th February 2006
