Post by OBW admin on Jun 1, 2009 23:45:08 GMT 1
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Beyond the boundaries of your city's lights,
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself,
When that moment finally comes …
Welcome to what was once known as the greatest city in the world. New York City was the city that never sleeps. It has now been reduced from a population of nearly nine million to an uncounted population that hovers just near one hundred thousand. How, you may ask, is this possible? How does more than ninety-eight percent of such a huge and productive city get wiped out?
It was simple or at least it was to some.
All it really took was carefully planning and less than eight hours. Bombs became the downfall of the city and those who set them in the most populated and well to do areas. The explosives took out nearly everything in a three mile radius, spreading death and chaos amount countless. People lost their homes, their families their way of life and these that remain are considered the lucky ones.
The survivors.
When there are people crying in the streets,
When they're starving for a meal to eat,
When they simply need a place to make their beds,
Right here underneath my wing,
You can rest your head.
It seemed like they alone were being targeted for this horrible attack but of course this was not so.
During that day alone ten more American cities were attacked, each in a highly populated state. Along with New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, Philadelphia, Detroit, Jacksonville, Indianapolis and Washington, D.C. have been absolutely decimated. The country itself is chaos. With Washington, the entire government was under siege. Though if that is true, who is calling the shots now you may ask? Who is sending the armed men that don’t allow a single soul to leave the decimated cities, claiming the terrorists were living among them? Who was sending the meager supplies that could not possibly be enough for the people, half of whom would not survive the winter months?
Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.
And why?
Among of allies and the other world leaders were we truly so hated? The soldiers who invaded us left as quickly as they came and those who were left behind died rather than go into custody.
This once proud country, now lives on its knees?
We are the survivors. The ones left to pick up the pieces of our lives and try to survive in a city gone wild and a country that had turned its back on us. We are the ones who realize that it is up to us to take care of those left with nothing. It is up to us to win back our independence.
For we will soar high in the sky.
On Broken Wings.
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Beyond the boundaries of your city's lights,
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself,
When that moment finally comes …
Welcome to what was once known as the greatest city in the world. New York City was the city that never sleeps. It has now been reduced from a population of nearly nine million to an uncounted population that hovers just near one hundred thousand. How, you may ask, is this possible? How does more than ninety-eight percent of such a huge and productive city get wiped out?
It was simple or at least it was to some.
All it really took was carefully planning and less than eight hours. Bombs became the downfall of the city and those who set them in the most populated and well to do areas. The explosives took out nearly everything in a three mile radius, spreading death and chaos amount countless. People lost their homes, their families their way of life and these that remain are considered the lucky ones.
The survivors.
When there are people crying in the streets,
When they're starving for a meal to eat,
When they simply need a place to make their beds,
Right here underneath my wing,
You can rest your head.
It seemed like they alone were being targeted for this horrible attack but of course this was not so.
During that day alone ten more American cities were attacked, each in a highly populated state. Along with New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, Philadelphia, Detroit, Jacksonville, Indianapolis and Washington, D.C. have been absolutely decimated. The country itself is chaos. With Washington, the entire government was under siege. Though if that is true, who is calling the shots now you may ask? Who is sending the armed men that don’t allow a single soul to leave the decimated cities, claiming the terrorists were living among them? Who was sending the meager supplies that could not possibly be enough for the people, half of whom would not survive the winter months?
Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.
And why?
Among of allies and the other world leaders were we truly so hated? The soldiers who invaded us left as quickly as they came and those who were left behind died rather than go into custody.
This once proud country, now lives on its knees?
We are the survivors. The ones left to pick up the pieces of our lives and try to survive in a city gone wild and a country that had turned its back on us. We are the ones who realize that it is up to us to take care of those left with nothing. It is up to us to win back our independence.
For we will soar high in the sky.
On Broken Wings.
Plot |Rules | Canons | Application | Advertisments and Affiliate[/align]