Actually Happening

Without warning it came, bringing darkness and pain
Those who saw it found it difficult to explain
Said it was flames in the form of rain burning everything that it touched
Caught in the palm of a grip of a hellstorms clutch
The air sucked from the atmosphere as the world burned
For so many that day the world ceased to turn
The sky burned black with flashes of orange as fire fell from the clouds
The loud sound that accompanied the onslaught was a deafening decibel
Resonating terrible with volume immeasurable
It had an «ear bleed» intensity
It was so imposing that it seemed to have mass and density
The entity responsible for the atrocity was at this point not known
Exploding homes and gas mains ignite so bright
Momentarily changing the status of night, or so it seems
Scenes of screams and absolute chaos
This is not a scene from a film, this is actually happening
These are not just words from the mind of a writer imaging
This is not a scene from a film, this is actually happening
These are not just words from the mind of a writer imaging
Blind panic, abandon the anthill
Evac ASAP, leave those who stand still
Be gone or be landfill, from a name to a number
Statistic status is the threat should you stumble
Buildings crumble and with them
Society’s fabric it’s just survival tactics of the oxygen addicts
The magic of a tragic situation, the untimely unification of a divided
population
Death evasion, atheists seek salvation
The religious put their faith in man to be amazing
Racists don’t care what the colour of the next mans face is
Escape is equal opportunity, just with limited spaces
Faces etched with terror trapped in the vices of crisis
Thought devices can’t comprehend the means to fight this threat so
indiscriminate
So inexplicable, a clear and present danger to each and every individual
This is not a scene from a film, this is actually happening
These are not just words from the mind of a writer imaging
This is not a scene from a film, this is actually happening
These are not just words from the mind of a writer imaging
An unrelenting inferno like Dante
Every level defying the laws of physics and appearing at the same place
At the same blinded by magnesium like flares that arc across the sky and leave
plumes of smoke behind them
Screams beneath the rubble, no time to find them
To resign them to their fate is not an act born out of hate
These are appropriate steps to take, all things considered
Battling what appears to be the devil’s own blizzard
Be it biblical, other worldly or some new form of weaponry
A deadly act of terror with advanced technology
It’s source remained a mystery like the recipes of a secretive chef
Struggling for breath amidst the smoke, choke
Hope fades a little further, feeling the very ground beneath your feet begin to
burn up
Tarmac melting, clothing smouldering, landscape smoking, even rivers flow molten
This is not a scene from a film, this is actually happening
These are not just words from the mind of a writer imaging
This is not a scene from a film, this is actually happening
These are not just words from the mind of a writer imaging