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A Canyon Of Concrete And Steel
Five-thousand lay slain, ‘neath the smoldering ash
in a canyon of concrete and steel.
In this new holocaust, five-thousand souls lost
the vision still seeming surreal.
The smoke stringing long, the acrid smell strong
from towers that once touched the sky.
Consumed by the fire, each life would expire
asking a single word....why?
The heroes still search through a heap of despair
for a cry, or a sound, or a breath.
Claw at the rubble ‘midst the smoke and the dust
the stench reminiscent of death..
Like the Phoenix arose from the ashes of myth
the slumbering beast wakes once more.
For we are the chosen, the right hand of God
avenging an unholy war.
The streets still run red, with the blood of the dead
through the canyon of concrete and steel.
Let our foes be aware, though steeped in despair
our resolve contains no appeal.
We struggle for breath, In this canyon of death
praying for all of mankind.
Let the heavens bell toll, for each fallen soul
for innocence lost, left behind.
