A sky of collision,
Filled with smoke, colored black.
Not one given chance,
To stop; to look back.

Countless persons are crying,
Panicked; in haste.
Screams can be heard,
Amongst all the waste.

Buildings and Bodies,
Tinged by the tears.
Mere fractions of seconds,
Confirmed the world's fears.

The sirens are sounding,
Time; standing still.
It seems as though God,
And Fate made a deal.

But who is to blame,
When Truth, himself, lied?
The towers are falling,
When worlds collide.