When will it happen?

When will it happen?

When will it happen?

They say that it will never happen

That that it will never be used.

That its payload of death will never be released

Fire will never flow out beneath it

Precisely controlled electronic impulses will never steer it.

That the missile will never fly,

They say that it will never reach the upper atmosphere.

That it will never observe the ground beneath it.

And that, it will never strike down onto its unsuspecting prey.

But it will strike, it will be used.

And as it strikes its smaller brothers will try to intercept,

But they are slow and weak.

And it is strong and determined.

It gains power and speed, becoming a streak of light across the sky.

As if the godly creatures had sent down a ball of fire.

It strikes through a layer of clouds.

It slams into the ground, vaporizing every car, street, house, tree and person.

Fifty miles of ravaged landscape, twenty miles of fire

A hundred miles away a twin automatically shoots out of the ground.

Precisely controlled electronic impulses steer the twin,

Into the upper atmosphere.

When will it happen?
And how will it end?

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