The people will fight their savage wars;
They hold together a frightening curse.
When the mushrooms rise upon the shores,
The people won’t imagine anything worse.
The ashes will rain from the placid gray skies
As women and children meet their demise.
The men will fight from far and away;
They’ll only waste time night and day.
There will be no escape nor alternate route;
Only tunnels will remain during fallout.
The world wont die, it will burn in hate;
As the inhabitants alive will soon meet their fate.
The world isn’t responsible for the lives that will be taken.
Maybe a new race will rise and awaken.
But history will repeat itself should humanity restart,
And they all shall proceed to tear the world apart.
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