A moment of pure terror

The Following is an excerpt from chapter 2 of the September 11th Epic Poem. The rough draft was written between June 2008 and May 2010. It is 2,000 lines long and has 1,499 rhyming pairs.

“Oh holy shit, the tower’s hit!”      
            The watchers all exclaimed.
Bewildered eyes surveyed the skies
            For answers unexplained.
The people froze, but voices rose,  
            Astonished, scared, and awed; 
The very same who swore in vain
            Invoked the name of God.
The time and space seemed stuck in place
            Upon those sacred halls.
The plane was drowned without a sound
            In glass and steel walls.
The scene was bright as waves of light
            Confirmed their greatest fears.
As moments passed, the noisy blast
            Abruptly reached their ears.
For many blocks the aftershocks
            Were rippling face to face.
And talks were struck to reconstruct
            The scene that just took place.
The crowd outcropped and traffic stopped
            As pedals hit the floors;
And all around you heard the sound
            As drivers opened doors

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