September Stories
by Westcoast
(A little late on the date… But we’re still in September)
"In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb",
The third big war will begin when the big city is burning"
Nostradamus 1654
As stated above may just be the truth, maybe, thank Nostradomus
But we all know it’s proven over time that tomorrow’s not promised
As sad as it seems, you never see death let’s be honest…
We are twins, he was my brother, and I am also his brother
Together a smoke sheet is and will be our final cover
Inside is his lover, married and a child to be discovered
The people dead, as are we, but the stories will always hover
September 11th 2001
8:46 A.M. Eastern Time
A normal flight intention, then on the loud speaker you hear ATTENTION!
Couldn’t understand, it was Arabic, the plane sped up but it built tension
Opposite of Jesus’ ascension, life passes by and you see your retentions
Eyes flashed and a spark of light, and after a big bang they were in a new dimension
People scream for a hope, a light, a way out, and the ignorance struck about the end
Nothing can amend the fact of the descend, a Father whispers to his son, “Just pretend…”
Look at enemies as their friends, America extends, the ying sends yang and they blend
One final call in tears saying “Honey, I don’t think we’ll ever see each other again…”
BOOM!
My plane just ran into a metal wall
It stalled, but I got to stand strong and tall
Time to grow up rather then grow tall
And tell myself what Jesus said…
“Thou shall not fall”
The Missed Phone Call...
BEEP!
“Hey things seem so downward, Earth kicked me out the door
Don’t forget before, but now I’m going to die and it’s not my choice anymore
So I’ll miss you, so remember my voice and stay strong during war
I want you to live happy and explore, and I wish I could see you, I adore
I want to yell, he me roar, till my brain is sore, and my blood stopped its pour
Sadly my body will beat the plane to the floor, but I won’t crash I’ll soar
Unlike the plane, anyways I love you till I die, and that was from the core”
A sigh, sniff and breaks out into tears, a last cry, only if you could see in his eyes
“All that reapplies, and I wish I had the time to wait for your reply but I’ll try
The plane is still high, so look through the smoke and I’ll be in the sky
Please don’t deny it, I’m bound to die, so tell the kids too… Good bye.”
…End…
You can tell the story just hearing the tone
Mood: as hard as a stone, tingling the bone
Looking at the door, hoping he'll come home
Wish you weren't alone looking at the tomb stone
For every negative is there a positive, not on your own
A moan and groan, now Daddy won't ever see you grown
A body is a loan to your soul so ignore him being prone
Or atleast that's whats shown, all cuz he flown
Life was on postpone, looking at the pictures and see the unknown...
Plane Pain Part II
9:03 A.M. Eastern Time
Sitting there with a slight warning on an airplane, flight one seventy five
The television shown it live, our plane was next and we were taking a dive
The thought struck fear, our mind speaks, “We just need to try to survive”
Please thrive and strive to inhale the accepted pain that will soon arrive
Need some drive, open up the wallet and it was staring at me, it was my family
Top of lungs sore screaming “God… please forgive… God damned me”
No response, we’re still dropping, “GOD!” but he don’t understand me
Plane one hit a home run and a splatter, and now we’re the next batter
Cause more than glass to shatter, more than just people to scatter
Look at the bad past, life leaving but forget it, none of the past matters
Look down and see the world coming closer, seeing the world trading
Who was I? A nobody and the only thing different was having life fading
Growing impatient, tired of waiting, and how bad it was having God hating
A blast, everything broken even the grating, blood shown through my skin plating
I never had someone so close relating what I was debating
But now it’s gotten real cold, now we’re on the same ice… Skating
Monotone…
Prayers keep your devotion, but is God our healing potion?
No matter what happens, we’re still stuck with our emotion
And things are so tight, the last few hours will be in slow motion…
Terror In Them
A video of Osama showing his exist, he was behind the abyss
Having families amiss and force people to remiss and reminisce
Opposite of bliss or so Bin Laden insists giving that sick twist
Osama dementedly laughed and made an anti-american takeover list
Clenched and pissed, America curled and fought making a fist
Sorrow became anger in a blind mist; the towers were a finger to the wrist
But he said “that won’t stop me” and that’s when the video grew choppy
Shown clips of him leading a pack but sloppy of living bombs, kamikazes
The president to address the actions the finesse how the pilots are possessed
Bush was on talking assess, well he hit no success, causing distress
Time to confess, our lives within minutes was a mess, causing stress
Can’t believe the press, America’s bad move strategically in global chess
Lives were ending or seemed posing; the pages flip the book was closing
Burnt and decomposing, didn’t have time for the chapters of proposing
Now enclosing, and so many rumors and talk seeping in and America’s exposing
Emerged Empties
Empty souled, but full of sin, and all cut up deep inside and my skin
The first time the plane took a win and knocked out the tower’s chin
A grin? No, but a bad spin on the curveball taking out America’s shin
Life’s starting to begin all within the mind which is growing thin
Ears ringing, now people are has beens, and stuck on the final note of the violin
And damn it there is no more twin, I want things how they use to have been
When we were smiling, and now all we have to look back is some metal pin
Years later don’t want to relive it, but the back flash
A low noise and crash, collision and a bash
Call 9-1-1 and watch them dash, heal the smash
This was a tidal wave compared to a slight splash
A gash compared to a paper cut or an itch to a rash
The building and people are gone, all left is the ash
The Bird’s View
Fires ablaze and all hell, total destruction in raise
Flames, smoke come in rays; the city was dark, in haze
Mist of our own men and lays, the whole world was in craze
What’s here stays, but what’s gone you start to praise
Hell is easily related to the cities blaze, but it’s a phase
It’s how they pay? The towers parting their ways
But the mark stays, and the night was not darker than the days
In amaze, looking down on the streets seeing cars in a maze
Gaze at the fire, water can’t fight what the metal and blood weighs
Not even delays the running, the siren displays our days
Let Jesus seize us, pick, please us, and greet us
Or secure us like the police, just a piece
I wish this world would just come to agreements of peace
Caprice the thought of a God, no more of the cease
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