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Terrordrome
What can be heard of the sentiment of soilent green?.
The b-29 bomber, enola gay; a personified grim reaper,
Leaving behind a mushroom-cloud and heavy ground haze,
A manmade eclipse,creating a constant defunct totality.
Hell on earth, who`s to blame for erasing an entire society?
The crushing shockwave, man`s plutonium implosion,
Wounding the surface like a dying prey.
Black carbonised concrete, distorted metals,
Appearing like deformed burned skeletons.
Boiling exhalation, melted glass,
Twisted scrap iron as grotesque deadlike trees,
Portraying man`s ability to annihilate himself.
Everything has become nothing in just a moment of time.
What remains is a sight that no man has ever seen.
A graveyard with not a tombstone standing.
An inconceivable testimony of human ill-will.
The greatest deed ever in a world never to rise again.
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