All this desolation pictures Like a scene from the apocalypse scriptures A pale nuclear shadow projected eternally The perpetual loss of harmony
A remnent showing us our absurdity Was vaporized by the obfuscating bright The ashen picture is the last goodbye Relic of the tremendous light My moods darken I want to cry
This is the last trace of a human being a son of someone prevented from further ageing That from fate couldn’t run
like a permanent echo of the disaster a visual silent scream like a photograph of a dreadful dream that shout a warning to us all
As we wish to forget how the balance is frail It’s easy to disregard the detail and be united by the same fate that destruction at an even greater scale it’s yet a threat not out of date
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