Nine-Eleven One nation under God, holding its collective breath, Reality torn open at 1000 feet by dreamscape computer visuals, Humanity grasping vainly at the veil separating one moment from another, Futilely straining to hold back time, Sights too terrible to remember, Memories too tragic to forget, A perverted, fiery flower, blossoming in a deadly genesis, Earthbound angels treading against gravity and a human tide, A unified mind reaching out through sheer force of will, Impotently endeavoring to bolster crumbling monoliths, Visions of loved ones in the mind's eye, holding them dearly ...
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