So unexpected
in that fraction of a frame
Caught only by reaction
Amongst the clouds of grey
See the world crumble
from the top of these skies
Involuntarily, unquestioned
leaping to mass suicide
And all that's left is darkened
Half burnt or still in flames
While he sits, smirks, and fakes
that was always wanted it this way
...
Will mankind disvirtue just enough
to plunge us to the end,
as clipped and dispaired angels
turned to ashes in the air?